I'm not sure if I'm entitled
To anything I feel
Only friends that I can trust
Are my four spinning wheels
One more curve and maybe it won't hurt
They'll find you in my wake
Forget my face, I'm just a name
I smiled by mistake
So what hurts in your long and quiet hours?
If I bite, all my wounds are tasting sour
I can't explain what I became
Or who I saw in you
But above the clouds hanging in the air
It wouldn't be much use
"Come on, John, sing your stupid song"
You can fake the whole way through
Don't you want to escape and make your own fate?
And fade into the blue?
Now what hurts in your long and quiet hours?
If I bite, all my wounds are tasting sour
Now I'm the only one
And you're the only one
