I crave the road
All I want is to feel the steering wheel in my grasp,
and smell the gasoline in the air

This town is not my home
Do I even know the definition,
of the word belonging?
Take me to the city of freaks,
where my abnormalities will be embraced

The desire is greatest as we speak,
and you tell me that you taste the road in my name
I want to get away,
and go taste the strawberries in your mouth

Circumstances leave me trapped here,
my bitter tongue cannot yet taste the dusty road
It's just so hard to stay still
when the tip of my tongue can ******* true home

I want to hit the road
Only ten hours away from your arms (my home)
Only five hundred miles from your mouth
(the taste of home my tongue desire)