i'm too used to flying solo
there's a comfort in the ache
like the pain after a long run
i go as fast as i can take
cause longer days mean shorter memories
but every night i lie awake
a tiny bed below the mountains
can't hold the life i aim to make

there's times i sleep when i'm not tired
but i'm drowsy when i wake
and i put on my suit and say my words
but some days it's too hard to fake
i know there's few that have it better
don't need no pity for my sake
but one day soon i'm gonna hit the road
toward the life i aim to make

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