We've been alright up until now,
But the air that we breathe 
Is about [bad word] out.
We've rehearsed our lines 
Clear and loud,
But the cue never came and the lights,
They never went down.
So we're passing the time 
While time passes us,
The fast lane's a term 
Never applied to us.
Without a dime to my name,
Or a prayer in the world,
I walk out the door.

Destination anywhere but here.
Away from you.

 [bad word] ]
Now I'm on my way to the other side,
I'll forget everything I left behind.
These empty rooms
Are still filled with you.

So I dropped out of my own race,
race with no finish line,
No first or last place.
These faces [bad word] right past me,
I turn and walk away,
Cause we finally know now 
What our time here's about, 
We were not meant to be
Another face in the crowd.
We're a forest of lives,
But we grow tall and wide, 
We'll never be cut down.

Destination anywhere but here.
Away from you.

 [bad word] 

I'm so tired and turned around 
And scared.
I'm lying in empty beds again.
I'll wait for you [bad word] to your senses 
Barbed-wire fences won't keep me 
From breaking through,
I swear I will to you.

 [bad word] ]
Now I'm on my way to the other side,
I'll forget everything I left behind.
These empty rooms
Are still filled with you.

I'm so tired and turned around 
And scared.
I'm lying in empty beds again.
Away from you.