This life that pass before my eyes Nothing is going my way We're closer now than light years to go Pick up here and chase the ride The river empties to the tide Hey now, little speedy head The read on the speed meter says You have to go to task in the

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

Generation day, shot! Falling away, a generation dies And going in to the new times Revelations of the mind Destination changing all the tides Hate the way, speed of light Innocent cannot feel this fight or get it right Situation coming strong

I've been thinking about Setting my house on fire Can't see a way out of the mess I'm in And the bills keep getting higher All I need is a match and a gallon of gas God I'm getting tired Gonna set this house on fire Going off the deep end

But touching your body feels like I'm high I'm rolling this blunt, off baby Keep rolling that weed, baby Staring, looking at you from a long way Passing me no ceilings, keep going Classes in session, but we in the hallway Skip this class, lets get gone

I'm going back home where I was born You can have it you can have it Got to go home got to go home First I planned to stay but I can't live this way Try to understand I think this city's grand But with all it's charm give me the little country farm Oh

Life can't keep going on this way I feel I'm lost inside my hate My thoughts overtake me They're killing me faster with each passing day Slowly, I'm burning Inside - imploding World keeps on turning As I'm exploding I can't stand this suffering anymore

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I

'Cause when I leave this town I won't be back no more, no more I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running people Because walking is most too slow I'm going back, to the border Before they put up the fence Where

How long has this been going on? 'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem. To break up our singing this way, But there ain't any use in pretending. It could happen to us any day. Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a