[Verse 1]

An open road where I can breathe

Where the lowest low is calling to me

I can pull myself back up, back down

Stuck together like a ready-made

And nobody knows where we been

Cancelled rations are running thin

Watches tick out of tune

Falling apart like a ready-made

[Chorus]

And my bags are waiting in the next life

[Verse 2]

Rubbish piles fresh and plain

Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain

License plates stowaway

Standing in line like a ready-made

[Chorus]

And my bags are waiting in the next life

[Verse 3]

An open road where I can breathe

Where the lowest low is calling to me

I can pull myself back up, back down

Stuck together like a ready-made

[Chorus]

And my bags are waiting in the next life