Societyfringepodcast's Podcast

I drove my truck right on down to the water Right up to the Chesapeake Bay Stared out at my destiny fading Spun out on that slick Maryland clay Everyone spends their time a-yelling Listening a thing of the past Harass me with verbal gymnastics And stupider opinions than that So hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again Hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again What are the terms of a failure Then again who really cares Strip every word of its meaning Stretch out and bathe in the glare So hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again Hold on for me I'm driving and driving and driving again