Where are you, what are you looking for? 

So far through beyond survival's door 



The grip on my heart was like a mortal disease 

I thought would never pass 

The trip was so hard like a leaf on the breeeze 

It just kept movin' so fast, too fast 



You told me yourself that you were destined 

To run and that your feelings were blind 

Under the freeway the spirits take form 

Staring in the soup line 



The result of the end was that you turned 

On a friend like it was part of a game 

But my heart was not cold a mistake I've been 

Told but it will never change, never change