You've misunderstood your soul will tell on you don't turn away another black hole under the sky you call me idealistic lost naive like im fighting as a renegade a war that i will never win the kind of pa**enger of life the way you say it's the way it is baby you can push on the cold cold walls
How did it get so lonely here well i'm unconvinced i know i'll find the other drifters watching for the ends of the world we'll burn like the yellow roman candles out on the road forever lighting the way overhead...
And so they say it makes no difference any way you look at it oh still the only avenue is you calling me idealistic lost naive like i'm fighting as a renegade a solemn escapade for naught the kind of wasted living when you could be getting on and anyway what are you going to do about it
How did it get so lonely here well im unconvinced i know i'll find the other drifters watching for the ends of the world we'll burn like the yellow roman candles out on the road forever lighting the way overhead