The cough and splutter of the engines, Failure to launch yourself
Diagnose the problem, Self centred inflictions gripping on the fear
Grip the wheel feel the sweat on your palm
Let the wind whistling through the window. Bring upon an overwhelming calm

Measuring the pace by our distance to the place We think we are meant to be
Against the others shadow, In the overhead lights as they repeat the message of who we wish to see
In the rear-view mirror, And the only one looking back is me

Flash of the Lights that run through my mind, I hear the woosh as they
Cut the air above the roof, like an asteroid in the sky plummeting to the ground
Bringing hope to the masses behind the iris’
Blips of life on a blacktop monitor of the heart

As we see the blood on the motorway of journeys of the others before
Can you see no one really reached the goal, On the cold hard shoulder
Pushed out by the lack of a helping hand in a measured, heartless box

Was this really a race when i feel emotions jumped the start
Breaking down my being and counter steering against the barrier of my heart
I awake from the worst fears undesired and I find myself here again

Sitting at the lights, Red goes to amber and I cant muster the fight
Going for all the wrong reasons I want to make right
Body and Spirt versus my minds diversion on the path less often trekked

My instructor for living, The Shrine for reprisal, As the engine kicks into life
We race down the highway, As the bumps rumble our being but we enjoy the ride
Hand on our shoulder to direct us to arrival, Pass the test of time

We see the gridlocked side streets, Acknowledge and bypass the line
Staying straight on our heading, Travelling onwards towards the light