Around, around in circle
You're behind the wheel, the wind blows
And it damps the sounding of your favourite tune
Eighteen and many questions
Replies are just confusion
All your friends the only harbour
Worries and thoughts
Of a runaway soul
Wanting
And you're driving to the top
You strive to stand before the sky of crimson
Stand above the world
This town, this town is a prison
A cage of steel and grey walls
You watch in silence but you can't forgive
A star with no reflection
Like windows lit by a pale moon
Empty streets and hearts filled with a glimmer of hope
Sometimes weak sometimes bold
Wanting
And you're climbing to the top
You strive to stand before the sky of crimson
Stand above the world
Eighteen and many questions
So restless and so sensible
In your suitcase dreams and tears
Secrets and pain
Of a runaway soul
Wanting
And you're driving to the top
You strive to stand before this sky of crimson
Stand above the world
Wanting
And you're staring from the top
You need to shout with all the youthful passion
Shout with all the youthful passion
And walk upon the world
