Coasting On Fumes - Dent May

Driving all alone\nGot no place that I call home\nThere’s so much to see\nCan’t decide where I should be\nSo I ride from town to town\nI’m on the verge of breaking down\nDollars I have few\nJust enough to get to you\nCoasting on fumes\nChasing away these burnout blues\nReach for the stars\nStill I don’t make it very far\nLosing my mind\nMaking my way on borrowed time\nCoasting on fumes\nCoasting on fumes\nHeaded nowhere fast\nDangerously low on gas\nAm I gonna make it last the drive?\nThe station is in sight\nBut I think that I just might\nRoll the dice\nTonight\nAs I’ve done my whole life\nCoasting on fumes\nChasing away these burnout blues\nReach for the stars\nStill I don’t make it very far\nLosing my mind\nMaking my way on borrowed time\nCoasting on fumes\nCoasting on fumes\nI’m gonna go all night\nHope I make it to you all right\nAnd I won’t stop 'til you’re in my sight\nEven if I see the sunrise\nCoasting on fumes\nChasing away these burnout blues\nReach for the stars\nStill I don’t make it very far\nLosing my mind\nMaking my way on borrowed time\nCoasting on fumes\nCoasting on fumes