This place I’ve landed, seems so familiar

Heard these voices in my, head before

No recollection, of my past lives

as my memory is born

Frozen headlights, turn to polished silver

as we’re ejected from the wreck

this gravity seems somewhat out of order

As our bodies hit the deck.

As we’re passing through this wasteland

Just don’t stray too far from the road

Now they may call life the only punch line

To a joke nobody seems to know.

These reels turning, high definition

as the story started, to unfold

Will I be plagued with, my indecision

or does someone else, have the controls?

There’s a freedom, in the thought of flying

That only birds, would seem to know

There’s only terror, in the thought of landing

When you’re facing it alone.

I gripped the wheel tightly in my hand

But I won’t dream of letting go

As we’re headed towards the ditches

I see time begin to slow down.

As we’re passing through this wasteland

Just don’t stray too far from the road

Now They may call life the only punch line

To a joke nobody seems to know.