Pack up all your tears, throw em in your back seat leave without a second glance somehow I'm to blame but this never ending racetrack, we call life. Turn right to my arms; turn right, you won't be alone, you might fall off this track sometimes, hope to see you at the finish line.Driving all your friends out speed you cannot follow soon you will be on your own, somehow I'm to blame but this never ending racetrack, We call life. Turn right to my arms; turn right you won't be alone you might fall off this track sometimes, hope to see you at the finish line. I bet all I could and I gave everything, but you had to go your way, and that road was not for me.
