Diving down to the bottom, beneath the floor,
spiraling like an unfamiliar staircase.
Stoned and speeding,
sinking and singing.
Stuck and static,
Not fit for public,
but publish my panic.
What's it gonna take to get my head straight?
What's it gonna take to turn around?
What's it gonna take to face a new day?
Until I can look ahead I'll be looking down.
Climbing out of the shadows,
my arms are asleep.
So confused when all I see are visions.
I was in love with your melody.
I thought I was your harmony.
Now I don't wanna be American,
I don't want to have a government.
No country to defend.
I wonder when the way will show.
Will I ever get back home?
If left up to my own devices,
I'll try and fail, until I'm ready.
What else should you say,
Other than you made it home,
You made it out alive.