Zebrahead

Let it ride
How did everything get messed up?
Let it go
Now I got myself all stressed out
Hold on to my hand, I'll show you where to go
Take you anywhere you want to go
Take a ride
Now that everything is fucked up
Take it slow
And I got you all stressed out
It's out of your hands and I know you wanted more
What did you want it...
Four shots of Jack just to relax and get my head straight
Wait for a sign a reason not to escape
Meditate, point break, mistake
Cigarette burns while my hand shakes
You can't go back
Tomorrow brings another day Another chance, some other way
And time won't stop for you
Not even if you want it to
Let it ride