I was lost in the cities, alone in the hills.
No sorrow or pity for leaving, I feel, yeah.
I am not your rolling wheels – I am the highway.
I am not your carpet ride – I am the sky.
Friends and liars don't wait for me,
'Cause I'll get on all by myself.
I put millions of miles under my heels;
And still too close to you, I feel, yeah.