I'm on fire and coming over
From the ditch were I'm going under
Want a shot, want to meet the founder
What a drag when the clouds are weeping
What a drag when the clouds are weeping
Don't know who or what I'm seeking

I'm on fire and coming over
From the ditch were I'm going under
Want a shot, wanna meet founder
What a drag when the woods are calling
What a drag when the woods are calling
Not for them it's for you I'm crawling
Not for them it's for you I'm crawling

And in the morning I wake up
No wonders on my mind
But million stories made up
And thousand ways to find
I'm coming over,
I'm coming over, now