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 it's 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 foresee 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