It’s the last day of school, we’re so far apart / Is it too late to mend broken fences and hearts.

What's there to explain, it's a driver's life.

Coaxing a ton of aging automobile / From Dead Bank and Ocean Grave all the way to Warkyland ...

Fly, fly, I’m always saying goodbye / Sky above, to the people I love / Plane, plane, pure pangs of pain / Up up and away, they never stay.

The same old diners, the same old bars / Still trying to make a living driving cars / Can't even think of reaching for the stars