We drive along the highway lines Our lives have slowly passed us by These busy streets have made my past Filled with brown kids playing tag Mistakes made me a better man Wouldn't have any other way I think I'll turn out just okay Gliding through life with a smirk on I carry these stories in my sleep When dusk transforms the sky to black And children scurry to their homes Mom sing me a lullaby La la la la la la la la I carry these stories in my sleep Time burnt my skin And made scars on my face If I could relive Would my tracks be the same? I don't regret my steps and my trails We do with what we have We can never have anything right The ideal is just a myth I don't regret my steps and my trails We do with what we have We can never have anything right The ideal is just a myth Time burnt my skin And made scars on my face If I could relive Would my tracks be the same?