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 crowns

Hide every little scar with so much make-up

The skin can't even breathe

Hide every little scar or become the food they feed

Shift 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 glass

I 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

This makes me into nothing in their eyes

But I'm willing to pay the price