wind a golden wire around my crown
this lazy life, yeah, gaze on by
weigh the chains and now my air is going
'cause i'm running down
running down my way
say when my days are through
every sundown sweeps on by
ailerons and fire roads
will cut their way to somewhere
the junk will settle from the storm that's mine
if the future has a story, then let it happen faster
'cause nothing seems to blow up when it should
'cause i may have found
there's a way to light a candle, yeah
only taken from those nights and you know
that they don't ever live long
i may be alright saturday and
there are no reasons to leave my surroundings 'cause i am drinking my own stuff
and i feel that i am getting high
getting high