Like a swarm of flies colliding with a moving windshield

So are our lives on this never-ending road

I have left behind my mark only to be later washed away

And was consumed with the allure despite the inevitable decay



When did the road that I'm on become my only home?

When did this become the one place I truly know? (I truly know)



A journey making us like weeds

Where the wind steals our splendour

But spreads it to the distant fields

Despite our fragile imperfections

Yet shaking walls and wearing wheels

Can never capture my heart the way you do



When did the road that I'm on become my only home?

When did this become the one place I truly know? (I truly know)



I am missing what makes me whole