I'm not dizzy I'm just out of placenAnd I understood what she said when I heard her saynIn This life I'm never satisfied.nnAnd we're moving so slow, nwe're sweating in fields,nlaying down in the dirt, with the dust in our eyes.nI've got a craving for meaning,nand it just can't be curbed,nI've got a dead feelingnand now nothing hurts.nnnand everything's painted too red,nwhen at the base its all gray.nLike the beauty in your face.nnnAnd we're craving for more,nwe're rattling the cage,nlaying down in the dirt, exposing our ways.nI've got an urge to get moving,nand it just can't be curednbecause the highway linesnalways look prettier blurred. nnLike your hands in your pocketsnyour hair in your face,ntalking for hoursntalking for days.nWell Sometimes your prettiestnwhen there's tears in the way.nSometimes your prettiernWhen you've made a mistake.