back on my own now again, hitting the road
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
