Driven...

I can be nobody,
Driving like I’m not even there,
Staring down yesterday,
Smiling like I don’t really care.

Or I can be everything,
Taking that road to someplace,
Talking to someone,
Distracted by a familiar face…

Everyday’s the same,
Same road, same speed,
Going places I don’t want,
Having feelings I don’t need

Have you ever felt driven,
By that life you live?
It’s like slipping in the snow
Living things I don’t know

Please, let me choose.
Between hard lived loneliness,
Or a bunch of shared memories,
I’ll take that exit to happiness.

If I ever have to be alone
With everything I can be
I have my place on the road
But please…

Eu sou o Homem do Meio. Vou-me fazer à estrada. Até um dia.