Steppin out before dawn Headlights through the sound Two worlds to collide Two worlds to collide See a shaft of silver drawn From the sky unto the ground Got to trust in the divide Trust in the divide Through the voices in your head They're there if you listen I'm talkin to you I'm talkin to you Where are you to be made Do you trust the wind wisperin Which are you listning to Which are you listning to The morning light burns Sand in his eyes Old faces by the side Old faces by the side So he keeps them downturned While the voices decide Got daggers in their eyes Daggers in their eyes Say until yourself will choose You know we hold the floor The air in your head is thin The air is thinning Oh except you have to lose Poor boy you know the score The worst is winning The worst is winning Steppin out before dawn Headlights through the sound Two worlds to collide Two worlds to collide