driving down the highway on a quest to find,
something completely different than what we left behind,
heading from the chaos, cause unless the signs,
are all wrong then we are seriously pressed for time,
had to leave the city, had to do it fast,
grabbed my girl, got in the car and just hit the gas,
running away from familiarity although I miss the past,
traveling towards the unknown watching the system crash,
listening to the radio while the transmissions last,
worried and home sick so I hope these symptoms pass,
feeling like a victim under this circumstance,
spent my days as a prisoner of the working class,
now all I got to show for it is the love of my life,
we pull over as I embrace this escape with my wife,
in this cornfield staring out at the horizon,
realizing that this exodus was executed with excellent timing,
as an explosion lights up the sky its perfectly clear,
that soon radiation while spread throughout the atmosphere,
but at least we evacuated the radius of the initial destruction,
they didn't target farmland with this missile eruption,
everything we owned is gone, everyone we knew is dead,
the broadcast said to stay put but we hit the road instead,
this isn't the end of our story, its just the beginning,
we are survivors that will fight just to keep on living,
but for now we cant rest, we have to stay moving,
the silence between us is melodic and rather soothing,
initially proving that we don't want to look behind,
plan to be road warriors that can be found between the yellow lines,
that all comes to a halt as the car comes to a stop gently ,
it seems that the gas tank is now completely empty