Letras
Hm, mm
Got a twenty in my wallet, got a tank running low
Got a review for the things I ain't ever going back to know
Sunrise creeping up, painting purple on the dash
Gave the boss my two weeks notice and a sudden angry flash
Heard that whisper on the wind, something gotta change
Gonna trade this quiet coda sack for a wider, wilder range
Quarter tank of trouble, tank full of pride
Got a worn-out knife on the passenger side
One hand on the wheels, one hand on the gears
Leaving all my bad decisions in the dust of the reef, yeah
I'm rollin' heavy, rollin' free, rollin' on the gas
If this ain't freedom, then I'm gonna run out fast
The radio's screenin' something, 'bout a new frontier
Drowned out the little boys tellin' me to stay right here
Don't know where the pavement ends
Don't know where I'm gonna sleep
All I know is every mile is a promise I can keep
The speed limit says fifty-five, but the engine says it lies
Chasin' that adrenaline right up into my eyes
Quarter tank of trouble, tank full of pride
Got a worn-out knife on the passenger side
One hand on the wheels, one hand on the gears
Leaving all my bad decisions in the dust of the reef, yeah
I'm rollin' heavy, rollin' free, rollin' on the gas
If this ain't freedom, then I'm gonna run out fast
They told me I was reckless, said I'd never find my way
Said you gotta have a destination, son, to make it through the day
But the compass in my soul is broken, and the only path
I see Is the rumble of this engine and the wind blowin' back at me, yeah
Quarter tank of trouble, tank full of pride
Got a worn-out knife on the passenger side
Quarter tank of trouble, tank full of pride
Got a worn-out knife on the passenger side, oh, yeah