Well take a ride, just us alone  Well find our answers on the road  The keys to my car are sitting on the table.  It wont be you and me no more  Well finally get some time to explore  It sounds like a plan were willing and were able    When were driving in the fast lane maybe  Well find a better way  To deal with our troubles baby  But until that day  Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days  Could you see a way out other than this?  Could you see a way out other than the road?    Its better this way, get used to it  Stop holding on to what cant be fixed  Times are hard and they dont get easy til you discard  Everything that meant something to you     When were driving in the fast lane maybe  Well find a better way  To deal with our troubles baby  But until that day    Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days  Could you see a way out other than this?  Could you see a way out other than the road?    The road becomes our lives per se.  In some sort of metaphorical way.  Everything amounts to something we could never try to disassemble   (like some kind of a riddle)  take your time, you must try. Its your call, end it all  and were just caught in the middle    When were driving in the fast lane maybe  Well find a better way  To deal with our troubles baby  But until that day  Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days  Could you see a way out other than this?  Could you see a way out other than the road?