Here's one of time passed
Of a flight and a crash
Over and again
Boulder, San Francisco
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
Head pounding from the screaming
Says, "I don't know what I am doing anymore
I raced all night again, and I just want it over"
Heart racing
Head pounding
From the screaming
Heart racing now
