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Pullin' off the interstate, I'm low on gas and high on caffiene
I turn into a drugstore to get my mornin's fix of nicotine
And I buy myself some cigarettes and a magazine
And there she was
And there she was
And there she was

Where are you going to? And where are you coming from?
I don't know your name and I don't know if we're the same
...But can I come too?

Pullin' onto the interstate, I'm high on gas and low on self esteem
Tryin' to convince myself that things aren't as bad as they seem
When on a billboard sign I see the girl of my dreams
And there she was
And there she was
And there she was

Where are you going to? And where are you coming from?
I don't know your name and I don't know if we're the same
...But can I come too?

And in the state my mind is in I shouldn't be behind the wheel at all
My mind keeps returning to the times when I kept buildin' up the walls
And I hear her voice reminding me to make the call

Sayin'
Where are you going to? And where are you coming from?
I can't forget your name, and I don't know who's to blame
But if things could be the same then I'd come too

Where are you going to? And where are you coming from?
I don't know your name and I don't know if we're the same
...But can I come too?
...So can I come too?