You started dying slowly
When you took a ride on that machine
You shot off like a spark
Aimed straight into the dark
Weaving down the highway
All overcast with dreams
It's a cycle that goes nowhere
Burning youth into exhaust
Such a raging rebel sinner
You almost were a winner
But now you've lost the path, can't read the signs
And don't know that you're lost
Friends wait along the roadside
Faces blur in the flash
Tunnel vision turns to blue
One last exit left for you
And on the south side of the highway
A soft shoulder when you crash