Confession Time

Berlin

Composición de: Karl Hyde/Rick Smith
You're driving along...about 95 miles and hour 
Sun's up, it's a hot day...and blue sky... 
There's not a soul around you...you're alone 

Hey little god with your foot to the pedal 
Hands on the wheel staring out through the windshield 
Hair streaking back with the wind like a raven 
Over your shoulder, all is forgotten 

Under the rubber, the road is afire 
Sweat on your body and rust on the chromium 
One motivation, a single desire 
Keep on the move, don't let anyone near you 

Here comes confession time 
The ghost of my past 
On my shoulder now 
This is confession time for me 

Here comes confession time 
The ghost of all 
The years has tracked me down 
It's confession time for me 

Now thinking back to a home when you had one 
Back down the road in the dust you remember 
Loves you left when you woke up surrounded 
Now you're alone, no one to turn to 

What do you hide with your Ray-Bans 
What do you love when you look in the mirror 
There's no escape from the voices inside you 

Here comes confession time 
The ghost of my past 
On my shoulder now 
This is confession time for me 

Here comes confession time 
The ghost of all 
The years has tracked me down 
It's confession time for me 

Rain down 
And nowhere to hide 
Nowhere to hide 

Rain on me 
Rain down 
And nowhere to hide 
Nowhere to hide 

You can drive on a road to nowhere 
Or you can take the wheel and 
Turn it to your heart 
It's your life it's your life
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