Fool's Good

Zero to 90 on the 95
No I got no death wish but don't care if I die
Silhouettes of the years dance by
Pirouetting in passing headlines
Babe, I'm a shooting star in a stranger's sky

So tired of moving slow
Sole to the floor in dad's beat up Camaro
Driving fast and far away from my fears
Till I'm anywhere but here

Fools gold
Lines in the road
Going nowhere from coast to coast
Fools gold
Lines in the road
Going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, no-

Best coast to the left coast and back again
No I don't do landlocked states cause I get claustrophobic
Told myself I'd be okay if I woke in a different place
But nothing happens here that ain't gonna happen anyways

So tired of moving slow
Dad's still listening to AM radio
They'll ask me: What is the matter, dear?
Aren't these the wonder years?

Fools gold
Lines in the road
Going nowhere from coast to coast
Fools gold
Lines in the road
Going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, no-