Everyday I find another way. Something more to get me through this life, life, life. You dont believe in what you see. Then tell me baby, does it make you blind, blind, blind?.
Sometimes it's hard to know. If you're going or if you're gone. So you dodge from right to left. Never knowing which way is wrong, no. . Holding strong to all you know.
Just like little children fight. This side's yours and that side's mine. Nothing more but in between. Broken hearts and shattered dreams. . We don't all live the same life.
My mother was just 21. All alone with a son of gun she roamed. Spent some nights sleeping in our car. Cheap hotels and seedy bars. As it came to pass so was my road.
Face to face, eye to eye. You say you love me then you bleed me dry. You try to make me like it, you know I can't deny. You call a spade a spade, baby, if it so applies.
I see a rainbow of colors spread out before me. I follow winding lines down a desolate road. I really don't mind what they say about me. I got a long way to ride, to get where I want to go.