Driving home
To be with you
The Highway's divided
The city's in view
As usual I'm allmost on time
You're the last thing
That's on my mind
I wish I could tell you
The way that I feel
But tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel
No commotion
No screaming breaks
Most of it's over
Before I awake
Fro mthe ceiling
My coffecup drips
While out my window
The horizon does flips
The worst part was hitting the ground
Not the feeling so much as the sound
Can't help but wonder
If all this is real
'cause tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel
Rubberneck traffic and passersby
Slow motion walter
The firenegine guy
Stand around with their mouths open wide
Heard some idiots ask if someone's inside
With the jaws of life
They tried and they tried
Nobody here can know how I feel
'cause tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel
I guess it's over now
'cause I've never seen so much, never seen so much, never seen so much, never seen so much
I guess it's over now
'cause I've never seen so much, never seen so much, never seen so much blood
In all the confusion
There's something serene
I'm just a posthumous part of the scene
Now Im floating above
Looking in
As the radio blares
And wheels spin
I can see my face
Slump with a grin
And you...
You're the last thing on my mind,
You're the last thing on my mind,
You're the last thing on my mind,
You're the last thing on my mind.
Writer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson
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