9 to 5 and 5 to 9, feeling like a factory line
I've been spending my all nights
wasted and wasting my prime
It ain't hard to see
how someone ends up
on the street they were born
Days turn to nights
and the years wash away in the storm
And I, oh, I
I look around and this life ain't mine
I'm in the back seat
watching the world pass me by
Wanna get my head up above the tree line
But I'm stuck in a flyover state of mind
And all the lies that I was told
in the halls of Catholic school
They say you're only gonna burn your soul
if you don't follow the rules
And maybe I should pick the lock
on these invisible chains
Blame it on my family,
but maybе I'm just one and the same
And I, oh, I
Can't go on this way
I look around and this lifе ain't mine
I'm in the back seat
watching the world pass me by
Wanna get my head up above the tree line
But I'm stuck in a flyover state of mind
I'm in a flyover, I'm in a flyover
I'm in a flyover, I'm in a flyover
I'm in a flyover, I'm in a flyover
I'm in a flyover, I'm in a flyover
I look around and this life ain't mine
I'm in the back seat
watching the world pass me by
Wanna get my head up above the tree line
But I'm stuck in a flyover state of mind