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