How do you control what you can't control?
Thoughts of life and lust; the past of your shadows lurking by; seemingly impossible to overcome.
Where does the strength birth from to take the wheel and get your mind back on the road?
Out out of the gutter into the frying pan.
Should I give in and let out the words so loudly knocking at the door or, do I just add another board across the frame and pretend they're not real?
How did this even happen?
So well I was going, strong and straight until that car was pulled off the road by the fate of days winding down, times running out.
Keep me in your heart as the last breath flows from my mouth into the sky above is where I'll be, Darlin'.