Ok. Just sixteen, a pick-up truck. Out of money, out of luck. I've got no where to call of my own. . Hit the gas, and here I go. I'm running free yeah.
Unchain the colors before my eyes. Yesterdays sorrows, tomorrows white lies. Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher. I shall return from out of the fire.
Unchain the colors, before my eyes,. Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.. Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,. I shall return, from out of fire.