Before riding the skies above
You should worry 'bout carrying that load
There should be some things to do before you leave this hell
When the train of thought is leaving
I'll be ready to get off this feeling
The wild beat is changin' into a damn sweet song
Maybe if you search you can find
Your own private paradise
Maybe if search you can find
The peace of your soul is gonna be yourself
When the train of thought is leaving
I'll be ready to get off this feeling
The wild beat is changin' into a damn sweet song
