Road noise kind of dulls the senses Fuels nostalgia with a vengeance Montage music writes itself just rolling down I-five Emotional and so defenseless Small Ikea Allen wrenches Sleeping on a mattress on the hardwood for awhile I'm gone Just like I always said I'd be I'm gone And it's just me, it's just Changed my plates to California Hoping they'd help me belong just Fumbling for a meaning in the numbers they assigned Haunting all the Thai food places Reaching for familiar faces Learning curves of highways that had never crossed my mind I'm gone Just like I always said I'd be I'm gone And it's just me, it's just me It's just me It's just me It's just me