I have been around this corner I have seen this road before It keeps rolling along, rolling me over I have lived within these borders I was not bad for a girl It keeps knocking me down, knocking me over I have heard the conversation I have seen the whistle blow We keep rolling along, rolling me over I built this bridge with my own ribs And it will not burn no more It keeps knocking me down, knocking me over If no more quiet then no more sound If no more quiet then no more sound If no more quiet then no more sound If no more quiet then no more sound And as you stand composed now don't suppose The river has changed its direction I've had to move my own inflection I've had to move my own inflection And as a twist of fate to radiate Another set of dangerous directors I've got the light for the reflectors I've got the light for the reflectors If no more quiet then no more sound If no more quiet then no more sound If no more quiet then no more sound If no more quiet then no more sound