I go back and forth between here and the north
I wake up each night in a different town
Mental health complications, I don't take vacations
And I'm damned if I ever slow down
I feel like a cannonball
And I've got the speed and the weight to get through it all
I come through the door like a child who wants more
I've got all of your dreams in my hand
Our conversation exploded, the question was loaded
And all of those dreams turned to sand
I feel like a cannonball
And I've got the will and the way to get through it all
I feel like a cannonball
And I've got more than enough hate to get through it all
Like a cannonball