Do you want to go for a ride with me?
Climb on; but you'd better hold tight, you'll see.
This is MY road. But in all honesty
did I choose it, or was it chosen for me?
This road's not smooth, peaceful or straight.
But how many of these bumps did I really create?
Are you sure you want to ride with me?
A wild ride its been and always will be.
This road climbs and climbs so very high
when I look down I can see eagles fly.
But it also goes down so deep and low
when I look up, I see Hells fire glow.
Is this the road you thought you'd see
when you said you wanted to ride with me?
It twist and turns with little or no warning,
sometimes blinded by light brighter than the brightest morning.
Then drops off into darkness so heavy and thick,
the brightest headlights cant pierce it a bit.
Have you grown weary of this ride with me?
Or will you hold me tight till the end we both see?
Did you bother to look at the road I was on?
Or just climb on blindly, looking for fun?
