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