You'd always take the backroads
Straight shot... two lanes where the trees all look the same
Dying to escape the deafening roar of the rumbling city trains

Beachtown bound in May

And every time that your world got strange
You'd exit through the bedroom window
Your daddy's keys in your hand
You'd find that old black car
And speed off into the saline dark

Burning your tires...
Running the lights like nothin'
While you're riding around your beach town every night

While you question your life...
Will it amount up to something?
When will ya learn it's a long slow burning fight?

And you always fought me on this
But I can't bear watching it
When I reach out my hand you just slap it away again
Must I remind you? I'm just trying to help
Pull you out of your shell... pull you outta yourself

But every time that the autumn came
The exodus would leave you lonely
And then the winter rain would shut you in for days

I got a call in the night... they found that old black car by the inlet
They said you left no trace
Nobody knew where ya'd gone
But I knew it wouldn't be long
Til you'd keep

Burning your tires...
Running the lights like nothin'
While you're riding around your beach town every night

While you question your life...
Will it amount up to something?
When will ya learn it's a long slow burning fight?
When will you learn it's a long slow burn?