Nordberg Songtext

While everyone sleeps I take my car across this runway of concrete.
With the steering wheel in one hand, and in the other,
tucked neatly, my list of demands.
I have wondered how things could have been different.
I guess it doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter.
How could it matter.
Now I know, now I feel, how you'd react if I spoke these words.
In my back pocket is a list of everything that I've taken from you,
there's only five gears between me and forever.