wind a golden wire around my crown nthis lazy life, yeah, gaze on by nweigh the chains and now my air is going n'cause i'm running down nrunning down my way nnsay when my days are through nevery sundown sweeps on by nailerons and fire roads nwill cut their way to somewhere nthe junk will settle from the storm that's mine nnif the future has a story, then let it happen faster n'cause nothing seems to blow up when it should nn'cause i may have found nthere's a way to light a candle, yeah nonly taken from those nights and you know nthat they don't ever live long ni may be alright saturday andnthere are no reasons to leave my surroundings 'cause i am drinking my own stuff nand i feel that i am getting highngetting high