Another year of waking up at noon and waiting.
Last night it came to me
that I'm completely free of college funds and rubber walls,
mid-night hour check in calls.
We're screaming out for help but no one is listening.

I think I knew it all along.

We're running on empty.
We've got our backs against the wall.
We're running on empty.
This trip now feels more like a fall.

Another night of staying up 'till six and drinking,
wishing I was in some one else's town.
Drive all night. Sleep all day.
What's it like to miss this place?
We're screaming out for help but no one is listening.

Maybe we grew up way too fast.

We're running on empty.
We've got our backs against the wall.
We're running on empty.
This trip now feels more like a fall.
Ten down and two to go.

We've got so far to climb.
We've got nowhere to fall.