On the roads tonight
So we chase to keep up
With map and compass
No rest, no break
Whatever has made me mean, a coward
Whatever has happened, is all my fault
Whatever has made you good, pure
Everything is too late
On the roads tonight
Can I stop myself laughing
My smile as a shield
against the tears that fall
Whatever has made me mean, a coward
Whatever has happened, is all my fault
Whatever has made you good, pure
Everything is too late