Letra de King Tut's Burial Mask Has Been Irreversibly Damaged

Drive up the interstate, I'll get home but it's too late. Will you wait for me?
I don't expect too much, nothing stays the same, so I'll do what I have to, will you stick it out or will we just fade away
Testing the best in the worst way, is how we got to this sad state. Call it a sense for insensibility
And it went on without me, as if I could do anything. That's what you get for living. that's what you get, that's what you get anyway
I'm here in the end at least, it's been longer than I thought it'd be, but the roads clear ahead grab each other and we'll just drivе away