Four years spent on the open road

I used to think that there was nothing left for me at home

With everywhere I've been and everything I've seen

This place finally feels like home to me

I'm living like an outlaw, nowhere to go

You can't take what I stole; it's now mine to hold

These yellow lines, they made me who I am today

Even though some might think I'm wasting my life away

Losing my mind on this twelve-hour drive

This van would be my grave if I died tonight

Always on the run, never slowing down

At it since I was young and you can't stop me now

There's still something about the smell of gasoline

It fuels the fire to keep me going

Exit signs, highways lights, long drives and late nights