facing the blue skies again, the engine groans
 wheels are turning, leaving things behinde
 I wanna forget about
 but it just makes me sigh

 choose life man, she meant
 she didn?t know what to say
 I?drather choose a cigarette and praise the das
 it?s hard to find reasons
 when you?ve got your head covered with dirt
 I guess my mother?d say, she?d say
 just save your words

 each time it leachs me out
 and each time it hurtsand next time it?s different, girl
 I?ll try but I know that I lie
 lead me to the end of the line
 the endof the line...

 feeling free now, feeling so high
 I caught the hurricane
 from the middle of my twisted mind
 going straight ahead my dear and
 I?ll never look back
 All there?ll be left you
 is just a thirty mile trie track