Driving Home - Rost

Filling up my old ship,

with gasoline, wit and a drum kit.

I’m heading out for a long trip.

The future is ready to see if I prove fit.

The miles keeps on going.

Taking us afar.

Me and the band, stuck in nowhere land, but we’re driving home to you.

The wheels and the clock keeps spinning.

Winding roads, but the car’s always

winning.

Stopping in every city,

sharing some songs and the city shares with me.

The miles keeps on going.

Taking us afar.

Me and the band, stuck in nowhere land, but we’re driving home to you.

Too far gone, to turn around.

So we keep on, from town to town.

Sleeping in the trunk, full of gear,

but after some beer I sleep like if you were here.

The miles keeps on going.

Taking us afar.

Me and the band, stuck in nowhere land, but we’re driving home to you.