My vision drives full speed into a tree
Maybe I'll pack up, move across the country
Become a robot, no strings tethered to me
I think I'm addicted to what brings me down
Surround myself because I'm alone all around
Caught by eyes that shutter darkness
Landing on track may be hopeless
I can't keep away or keep on
Could spill my guts, but I should press on
I have to be honest
I've been mostly dishonest
All of love is a strand of grey
A wrinkled brow, then clipped away