There are feelings in my head that make me feel so sadnI sometimes even want to cry nAnd there are some longings in my hands that make me feel so badnBut my eyes are still drynI don't know why I won't come out nIt's stuck inside like in a prison you can't break outnnI think I can accuse some people for it nBut it's not a thing that will cure menI need to make it differentlynPull all the pieces apart nAnd put them back togethernTo start a-new with my poisoned mind six feet under nnI let the wind start to heal that fever on my heels nAnd I begin to feel more realnSo I grab the wheel and let the road roll like Neal nAnd I conceal my will of burning a billnAs ill as I was I must have lost my skill nBut I still sing and thrill till my wind of life breaks the deal.n