When are you leaving? Where will you go? Who will be waiting for you there when you get home? What is the distance between your heart? And where you wish that you were headed, is it far? Maybe our madness is the only thing we have Where you go with your machete in your hand? I'm counting slowly Barely breaking even And I'm inclined to be your friend I'm inclined to meet ya We all need something What do you need? What are you building with your possibilities? Put up your pa**ion man Put down your fist Nobody warns you that your life can twist like this We tow the line We break the backs of our hands And I'll build you a castle if you bring me some sand I'm counting slowly Barely breaking even And I'm inclined to be your friend I'm inclined to meet you Nobody ever gets to know from keeping secrets If you go the road alone I bet it's gonna beat you Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line I'm counting slowly Barely breaking even And I'm inclined to be your friend I'm inclined to meet you Nobody ever gets to know from keeping secrets If you go the road alone I bet it's gonna beat you Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line Toe the line