Wide open, Empty coffin Giving up is jumping in Straight foward, Sun on the dashboard This dead-end town I'll leave behind Wide open, Miles of pavement Away from useless lives and failure I've seen these lights For the last time How does it feel when I laugh in your face? When I give you the finger You're already dead to me And you really think you matter That's the story of the year 2000 miles away from These stormy skies To salty air Knee deep in midwest quicksand There's no reason to say good bye When I give you the finger You're already dead to me And you really think you matter That's the story of the year Now or never It's the story of the year There's no way I'll believe in second chances Don't look back Don't hesitate Your futures' the chances you take Don't live your life Afraid of growing old with regret in the end