460 to Nowhere

My heart plays a metronome
 And my mind is trying to keep tempo
 Though my hands are on the wheel, my feet stomp down
 And the gas burns faster through every yellow light
 And I wonder if I went even faster than this speed,
 Would my flesh just stretch to the point where the pressure wrinkles my face
 Either way I go, I will still gain a year
 Never would I had thought I'd write so deep
 But considering that in this state that I thought this night
 I will drift to sleep to the applauding rain
 And I'll attempt to remember the dream I'll have
 It could take days till it eventually turns into deja vu
 And I know I'll roll over and extend my arm as though
 Here we'll toast to unfamiliar faces
 In dreams richmond does this to me
 To us and this map uncharted
 In dreams richmond does this to