Descendents

It's dark outside, I'm riding alone
But I know the road
Can't even see ahead of my nose
But I know the road
A little scared, but I know where to go
Cuz I know the road
I can do it by feel, take it real slow
I know the road
Hold on--a fork in the road
Life in transition
Hold on--moving too fast
In the wrong direction
Hold on--gotta feel the road
Know my position
Break the speakers, crack the books
Over you shoulder, not another look
Burn off the shackles of a wooden past
Melt through the ice, be free at last
Dare to be stupid, dare to smell
You can be crazy, you can be hell
The end result is always the same
Whichever you choose, you lose--you're insane