Please take a long hard look through your text book
´Cause I´m history
When I strap my helmet on I´ll be long gone
´Cause I´ve been dying to leave
Yeah, I´ll ride the range and hide all my loose change
In my bedroom
´Cause riding a dirtbike down a turnpike
Always takes its toll on me

I´ve had just about enough
Of quote, "diamonds in the rough"
Because my backbone is paper thin
Get me out of this cavern
Or I´ll cave in

If the bombs go off
The sun will still be shining
Because we´ve heard it said that every mushroom cloud
Has a silver lining
(though I´m always undermining too deep to know)
Swallow a drop of gravel and blacktop
´Cause the road tastes like wintergreen
The wind and the rain smell of oil and octane
Mixed with stale gasoline
I´ll soak up the sound trying to sleep on the wet ground
I´ll get ten minutes give-or-take
´Cause I just don´t forsee myself getting drowsy
When cold integrity keeps me wide awake

Get me out of this cavern
Or I´ll cave in

I´ll keep my helmet on just in case my head caves in
´Cause if my thoughts collapse or my framework snaps
It´ll make a mess like you wouldn´t believe
Tie my handlebars to the stars so I stay on track
And if my intentions stray I´ll wrench them away
Then I´ll take my leave and I won´t even look back

I won´t even look back