In Boulder and San Francisco, a 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 and head pounding from the screaming.
Says: ''I don't know what I am doing anymore.
I raced all night again, I just want it over.''
Head pounding from the screaming.
Heart racing now
- Sons and daughters
- She takes it all well
- Paper thin
- One more time
- Old rules
- In the gray
- Chocked and separated
- Call it trashing
- A flight and a crash
- A clear line