Act like we didn't see the cars on the side of the Meadowbrook Cracking windows just to breathe A shot of fresh air and the cold November breeze And its descends, and this silence is deafening When it descends, and this silence is deafening Yeah, this silence is deafening Yeah, this silence And a ground that's stained with leaves Is all that I can see Through the window and the yellow lines Paced above me from the back seat Getting high to pass the time, getting high all the time Yeah. you do this far too much, "I know" And this drive is just a getaway I could never get away from This drive is just a getaway I could never get away from This drive is just a getaway I could never get away from This drive is just a getaway