The Open Road - Rivals

Ever since I was three it was the same old thing

Pack up your stuff and get ready to leave

Get ready to leave

My house on rocks, a sliding mess that

Always falls

At least my heart is my home

I can see the open road

My highest highs become my lowest lows

And I can see the open road

They know I’m coming home

But I still see the open road

What is this you always taught me mommy

«Stay strong down this path my darling»

And I guess that’s what I’ve always done

I’m here to prove to my family that I mean something

I think I’m worth something

I’m starting to see that I’m worth something

And I can see the open road

My highest highs become my lowest lows

I can see the open road

They already know I’m coming home

But I still see the open road

Ever since I was three it was the same old thing

Pack up my stuff I’m ready to leave (I'm ready to leave)

My hearts on hold, for this love Ive always known

At least I know I’m home