Drive around the same old town
This road goes up, it goes down
Can you feel the energy?
Its lackluster quality
That doesn't mean I don't call it home
I know where I come from
I'm still searching for unknowns
Like anomolies in monotony
Im going on Vacation, better days in mind
Driving down the same old road
That I walked when I was young
Can you feel the energy?
Boiling down to nothing
Forgotten in this modern age
Parking lots in decay
Springtime blooming scenery
I watch it from my TV screen
I'm going on vacation, holidays in mind