Noone's calling on the phone
Rocking or rolling is stealing your soul?
Ain't you afraid of being alone
In the eye of the storm?
It will be a sensation
If you learn how to fly
Straight to the white strangers
To the past in the sky.
Noone's fighting for the truth
Rolling or rocking is stealing your youth?
Ain't you afraid of being alone
In the eye of the storm?
It will be a sensation
If you learn how to fly
Straight to the white strangers
To the past in the sky.
The past is in the sky.