(Michelle Lewis) He's breathes the air lightly Since skipping parole And he dials the phone quietly But she put him on hold There are good sons and bad seeds She thinks he's the latter But it no longer matters what she'll say He'll be driving all night anyway Over backroads he'll ride Then he cuts the headlights And he watches their lives From the outside And they can't let him in So he's driving again As he's wishful thinking On the outside Mmmmmmm... Oh say can you see by the dawns early light Playing on the T.V. I guess he's in for the night He fell asleep waiting for his sister to call All the motels and roadside bars He wants home but it only gets farther Over backroads he'll ride Then he cuts the headlights And he watches their lives From the outside And they can't let him in So he's driving again As he's wishful thinking On the outside Oohhh... Yes, it's killing them knowing he's out there, somewhere Reminding that they could be too oohhh... Over backroads he'll ride Then he cuts the headlights And he watches their lives On the outside And they can't let him in Cause they know where he's been So he's left there thinking On the outside On the outside On the outside...