After dark you have the white lines for your own
You fall in line and you finally let go
It's a gut feeling that hits you right in time
You've been driven by a weary mind
And after dark you have the white lines for your own
You settle in to an easy chair of discovery
Open the bag that carries all uncertainties
Let them fall on to the floor
You see some things you ain't never seen before
Then settle back into an easy chair of your discoveries, yeah
Chorus:
It's like high and low, it's a hill-ridden road
And I know someday I'll grow up
High and low, why is it so hard to let your ego go?
You've been placed in a box by those who call you friend
You're in so tight you think that you might want out again
But to try and change would be like living without air
And sometimes it's kind of cozy in there
You've been placed in a box by those who call you friend, yeah
Chorus
You know you're right, the lightning still strikes
anywhere
And late at night you think that you might no longer care
Anymore it's like dust on the bookshelf
It's time to start thinking more for yourself
You know you're right, the lightning still can strike anyone
anywhere, yeah
Chorus
 
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