Godspeed on your mission, oh,
May your vision be like oak;
'Cause it gets in, sunk skipping stones,
Though the surface don't seem broke.
Not it, knotted, I was wrong.
I just nodded played along.
Oh god, I can't get back out again.
No plans and then you're part of someone's
And you're easy to discard.
You see, there you go like rain on windshields
The engine humming hard.
Not it, knotted, I was wrong.
I just nodded played along.
Oh god, I can't get back out again.
I can't get out.