You measure peace with guns, progress in megatons. Who's left when the war is won?
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.
Forget what life used to be, you are what you choose to be. It's whatever it is you see that life will become.
No matter how fast I run, I can't get away from me.
I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.
Iām going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.