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