Queensryche

When I’m lost . . . I find a way.
I hear voices. I feel them surround me,
pull me from the edge.
I close my eyes and . . . .
my luck keeps holding strong,
even when the boot comes down.
Waiting for the revolution but there’s no one around except the . . . hands out of nowhere, saving me again.
There’s always something there watching out for me,
if I’m suffocating, it gives me air.
Finally now I remember,
but where I’m going now, I’m not sure.
Only one thing matters much to me anymore.
I’m looking for you.
Can you imagine? You can’t think.
You won’t find a way this time to frighten me.