Know Nothing

From what I'm able to recall when you set Me in your old runaway car. I always thought I knew it all until we Hit a stop sign at the end of the Road. It said no turning left, It said no turning right. And then you looked at me, confusion clinging at Your side. All along I've wondered where this road Might take me. But I've known for years now that it leads To nowhere. The blood was going up the wall and through The roof. There's not enough air to clearly think This through. Let's move our lungs and go and See what awaits behind those thoughts that you Constantly flee. All along I've wondered where this Road might take me. But I've known for years now that it leads To nowhere. All along I've wondered where this Road might take me. But I've known for years now that it leads To nowhere. Yeah.