all roads lead to rome...

300 miles down the interestate,
but i still can't shake this feeling that there's something that i left back home;
and i know once something's gone it's just too late,
but i just don't think i'm ready to be out all on my own.
won't you tell me why i can't stop crying
long enough to read the exit signs?
and the radio's turned way up
trying to get you off my mind.
my whole life's on cruise control,
and this road that i'm on is starting to take it's toll.

well "all roads lead to rome,"
but which one takes me home?
this maze of highways
has me wishing
i didn't feel so alone;
and i've never had to feel
a pain that felt this real,
so i guess i'll just keep driving
till time decides
to give me the strength to heal.

86 miles to the nearest decent town
but all i wanna do is collapse on my own bed
and i know i can't give up and turn around,
but how can i keep going when i can't forget what you said?
i can't bear to bring myself to believe
everything we had is gone,
and i'm so sure that these directions they gave me
are turning out all wrong.
i'll never learn to settle somewhere new;
and all i wanna know is how far i have to go to get to you.

well "all roads lead to rome,"
but which one takes me home?
this maze of highways
has me wishing
i didn't feel so alone;
and i've never had to feel
a pain that felt this real,
so i guess i'll just keep driving
till time decides
to give me the strength to heal.