But nor am I following the righteous path,
Its just a step around.
Driving over bridges,
Its funny to think,
There's nothing but air under our feet.
Cause tires can go flat,
But who's going back?
I'll pump it with my own two hands and feet.
When we reach a red light,
And I tell you to turn right,
I'm not completely sure I'm not wrong.
But if you're looking for a fight,
Don't say it's alright,
Stop the car and let's talk it out.
And if worst comes to worst,
If things aren't getting better,
Then you go first and let me catch up.
With solid grouns under me and air under you,
Who's more likely to get their head stuck in the clouds?
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