Forty times you may question your lifenFour to five with a hunting knifenBefore you find out if you survivenQuestioning marks have turned into starsnnFor the record you remember the few, yeahnWho for a second time you bid adieunForty days in the neon hazenFestering dreams are dressed in fakeriesnnYou follow the skywaynYou follow your right awaynYou follow the streets and the carsnAnd the shadows and the starsnnAll right,nForty lessons you may hear from the sun, nownYou never listened to a single onenFallen leaves whisper like thievesnNot that you mind, you live on stolen timennYou follow the skywaynYou follow your right awaynYou follow the streets and the carsnAnd the shadows and the starsnnFist loaded with a furious disdainnYour velocity will be your shamenFast motion like a curious flamenThe best I can do is to turn my back on younnYou follow the skywaynYou follow your right awaynYou follow the streets and the carsnAnd the shadows and the starsnnYou follow the skywaynYou follow your right awaynYou follow the streets and the carsnAnd the shadows and the starsnStreets and the carsnAnd the shadows and the stars