I stand still but im movin
Heading backwards and speeding
Stick it to the floor yeah we urge to be living
Living in america
I guess there must be something
That doesnt feel quite compeling
Since we cant avoid it, we urge to be dying
Lying in america
I heard there is a place
A place that is fixed in space
A place nothing can erase
And it smells like home
Theres no need to hurry
Nothing you need to give up
A place where the music stops
And it feels like home
The future rest behind
I'm looking straight at my memories, im smiling at my mind
Sometimes it's faithful, sometimes it lies for my own sake and there's nothing else to find
I got lost behind
I'm trying too hard to see the path and thats what makes me blind
Sometimes it's faithful
Sometimes it lies for my own sake and there's nothing else, theres nothing else to find