I can't see more than 2 days away the 3rd day is hazy eat drive play sleep's an ordinary day my life is a maze when I look down sometimes I see the ground I try to hold on but the van keeps spinning around drove all day and now we won't get paid, the
3rd time this week showed up late and the club's got no PA what can I say: opened for a band who thinks they're the Grateful Dead a stake thru my head, hotel room costs more then we got paid the van is my bed if your mind can't add it up then foloow your heart if it still doesn't make any sense jump off a bridge hang tuff hold tight the ride's not over yet