Act

I will drive a thousand miles
To escape the smog in this town
I will drive although I don't have a license
To escape the ideal that this city crownsHide every little scar with so much make-up
The skin can't even breathe
Hide every little scar or become the food they feedShift into a higher gear
Place the brick on the gas
On what I left behind I won't waste a tear
My rearview mirror has got broken glassI will drive until I reach the desert
And wait until I see with my own eyes again
I will drive I'll head for the desert
And wait until our minds speak the same words as back then