He`s breathes the air lightly
Since skipping parole
And he dials the phone quietly
But she put him on hold
There are good sons and bad seeds
She thinks he`s the latter
But it no longer matters what she`ll say
He`ll be driving all night anyway
Over backroads he`ll ride
Then he cuts the headlights
And he watches their lives
From the outside
And they can`t let him in
So he`s driving again
As he`s wishful thinking
On the outside
Mmmmmmm...
Oh say can you see by the dawns early light
Playing on the T.V.
I guess he`s in for the night
He fell asleep waiting for his sister to call
All the motels and roadside bars
He wants home but it only gets farther
Over backroads he`ll ride
Then he cuts the headlights
And he watches their lives
From the outside
And they can`t let him in
So he`s driving again
As he`s wishful thinking
On the outside
Oohhh...
Yes, it`s killing them knowing he`s out there, somewhere
Reminding that they could be too
oohhh...
Over backroads he`ll ride
Then he cuts the headlights
And he watches their lives
On the outside
And they can`t let him in
Cause they know where he`s been
So he`s left there thinking
On the outside
On the outside
On the outside...