It is the fire that lights itself But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on magnetic north Growing farther away all the time Can't stop - moving Can't stop - moving Can't stop You may be right It's all a waste of time I guess that's just a chance I'm prepared to take A danger I'm prepared to face Cut to the chase It is the rocket that ignites itself And launches its way to the stars A driver on a busy freeway Racing the oblivious cars It's the motor of the western world Spinning off to every extreme Pure as a lover's desire Evil as a murderer's dream Young enough not to care too much About the way things used to be I'm young enough to remember the future The past has no claim on me I'm old enough not to care too much About what you think of me But I'm young enough to remember the future And the way things ought to be What kind of difference Can on person make? Cut to the chase