- cifra
Burnt trees on a snowy pass
All my friends are far behind
I'm stuck with you tonight
But I'd be better alone
So come on wheels take me far away
Where I don't have debts to pay
I can't count on yesterday to find the way home
I know it happens all the time
But they don't have my back
So I'm never looking back
Plumes of smoke rise high above
Burned bridges lost in luck
I guess it's all because
They're found on the fault
On sandy ground
Foundations can't be found
And all the stones of change were thrown in my face
I know it happens all the time
I heard them talk behind my back
So I'm never looking back
