Hey bona fide
I told a lie
When I was by that old school long ago
And now I rest
With this heart
Heavy as a stone
Engines go
No more slow
Fast I roll
Timed parole
To and frow
Down that country road
If I told you my apology
Would you comfort me with modesty
Or would you start the engine
Turn the key
And faded may your problems be?
We may never find our joy
We may never find our pride
But I know the broken promises still linger on inside
My feelings I might cloak
You might feel that I'm to blame
But the answer that we seek is the ignition of a flame
Engines go
No more slow
Fast I roll
We may never find our joy
We may never find our pride
But I know the broken promises still linger on inside
My feelings I might cloak
You might feel that I'm to blame
But the answer that we seek is the ignition of a flame