Windy drives on misty mornings. The car: cold and damp but full of friends. And we're staying ahead of the weather. When a display of such dishonesty makes you uneasy, And he's throwing punch after punch and every insult under the sun… I'll wait to see you notice me. I don't want to be a footnote for this anymore. Is this really what it's come to? Your small-town mind can keep those values, Because i'm over and i'm outlined.