Here's one of time passed of a flight and a crash, over and again,
In Boulder and San Francisco, a halfway house pack home
Back out of his head
Out searching, for the escape
for an answer, or a reason that his poison has deleted,
Anything worth all that's wasted now,
finds no difference where he's standing
'cause he's standing with a shotgun and a needle
Arms reaching and head pounding from the screaming
Says: "I don't know what I am doing anymore
I raced all night again, I just want it over"
Heart racing
Head pounding from the screaming
Heart racing now