Mileage Songtext
von Brian Vander Ark

Right turn
The neighborhood is pretty quiet for a weekday

Left turn
The same one way to work almost every day

I pass by the high school
A memory rerun
When I was seventeen
Couldn′t wait for twenty-one
I pass by the church
Where I married you
When you were twenty-one
And I was twenty-two

A stop sign
A chance to clear my mind before the work day

And then a right turn
Is where I catch another glimpse of the highway


So I speed past the building
I always wanted to
Since I was twenty-one
Almost twenty-two
If I'd had the nerve
I′d have quit there before
You turned twenty-three
And couldn't take me anymore

Well known
Sits in a cloud of dust on this weekday
My cell phone
Is in about a million pieces on the highway

Speed down the highway
Rack up the miles
One hundred twenty-one
A hundred twenty-two
Roll down the window
Roll out the miles
One hundred twenty-three
A hundred twenty-four
Straight down the highway
The road offers no guarantees

Drive through the morning
Drive into the sun
And I'm free