No more upset mornings No more trying evenings It's the American Dream I am disbelieving. When the gas in my tank feels like money in the bank I'm gonna blow it all this time, take me one last ride. The lights of the city, they only look good when I'm speeding I wanna leave em all behind me because this time I'm gone Gone, going for it all this time, gone. In the far off distance As my taillights fade No one to witness but they will someday Feel like a question is forming And the answers I will be what I could be Once I get out of this town. The lights of this city They've lost all of their feeling I wanna leave em all behind me because this time I'm gone Gone, going for it all, this time I'm gone Nothing is everything I'll have it all If nothing is everything then I will have it all. I'm gone.