I'm changing down the gears
I'm slamming on the brakes
A vintage soft top
From the sixties
We're coming to a bend now
Skidding 'round the hairpin
A sheer drop down
The Italian mountainside
Time is kind of frozen
As you're gazing at the view
And I swear I'm seeing double
No one's gonna bring me down, no
No way and no how
I'm letting go of the wheel
'Cause it might be as well
It might be as well
I've got these slings
I've got these arrows
I'll force myself to
I've got these slings
I've got these arrows
I'll force myself to turn, turn
The ground is coming for me now
We've gone over the edge
If you've got something to say
Say it now
No one's gonna bring me down, no
No way and no how
I'm letting go
Of the wheel
Despite these slings
Despite these arrows
I'll force myself to
Despite these slings
Despite these arrows
I'll force myself to turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
Turn