text: Driving up the coast
  To find a version of the truth
  Left the backdoor swinging
  Like a dirty little sleuth
  The truth is I have never
  Felt half this alive
  Now it’s time to dance
  Upon the grave called 45
  Jacked up on some Kerouac
  And surely bullet proof
  The girl who taught me what to do
  Was missing her front tooth
  Gentle as a storm
  Inside your mental health
  I want to find the answer
  But I just can’t find myself
  I say so long
  To the way I played
  The way I played
  Inside of yesterday
  Hey let’s run around
  The great escape
  From out of my hometown
  Later I would look for love
  Inside a woman’s dorm
  A couch to keep me humble
  And her breath to keep me warm
  Ophelia was the girl
  That I was feeling for
  Come to realize
  It was me who was the whore
  A captain lost himself
  Inside a 40 year old skull
  The drink of choice was knowledge
  And we always wanted more
  Drunken sailors
  Seeking their Geronimo
  Instead they found the things
  That they really didn’t want to know
  I say so long
  To the way I played
  The way I played
  Inside of yesterday
  Hey let’s run around
  The great escape
  From out of my hometown
  Country roads
  Would never let me stay
  The way I played
  Inside of yesterday
  A devil’s growl and cat’s meow
  Were blended into one
  Termites called suburbanites
  Were eating all the fun
  A juggernaut of comedy
  And blasphemy
  I want to stop the madness
  But I think it has to be
  I say so long
  To the way I played
  The way I played
  Inside of yesterday
  Hey let’s run around
  The great escape
  From out of my hometown
  Country roads
  Would never let me stay
  The way I played
  Inside of yesterday
  Hey let’s run around
  The great escape
  From out of my hometown