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1, 2, 3, go Asleep at the wheel forty miles left to go Rolling in on fumes to rock the show We don't need fortune and we don't need fame We don't need

There is no map, there are no signs We're on our way, we're crossing lines Strap on your boots, go pack your bags No time to rest, no time to lag And

I'm takin' off, headin' out of this town Get this plane off the ground an' safely set it down We had our first fight late last night I watched her walk

Am I the one that's going crazy I'm so tired of masquerading I pretend to be so well adjusted Maybe it's just me and I'm disgusted I need a room in a

The time is near when I won't need this phone Then we'll stay home alone and watch the twilight zone We're still young and I know you're afraid But I

When there's nowhere else to hide When there's no one left to stand beside When everything seems wrong I've been with you all along When it cracked is

Not a lot right now makes sense to me and it won't go quietly Not a lot right now makes sense to me and it won't sit patiently I'm gonna chase my dreams

I remember times I had Some were happy, some were sad Memories me and my partners in crime Throwin' up a thousand times I got through it, I feel fine

I wrecked your hotel room, I crashed up the car Slept in the gutter, I'm outside your door Saw you through the key hole, down on your knees There's really