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