an open road where i can breathe where the lowest low is calling to me i can pull myself back up back down stuck together like a ready made and nobody knows where we been cancelled rations are running thin watches tick out of tune falling apart like a ready made and my bags are waiting in the next life rubbish piles fresh and plain empty boxes in a pawn shop brain license plates stowaway standing in line like a ready made and my bags are waiting in the next life an open road where i can breathe where the lowest low is calling to me i can pull myself back up back down stuck together like a ready made and my bags are waiting in the next life2