Spinning out of control Sailing off the tracks Knuckles white on the wheel Yet there's nothing to grasp All for the sake of tired eyes Ripped down the seams on the ride Choking down the dust Coughing up the debris Arms outstretched to the sun All but poised to break free All for the sake of tired eyes Ripped down the seams on the ride And there's no Illusion It's hollowing the tree to escape On board the Delusion All for the sake of tired eyes Ripped down the seams on the ride In the desert a thirst Dries the skin like a drum Though the spirit is low Arms outstretched to the sun And there's no Illusion Hollowing the tree to escape On board the Delusion Borrowing the arrows to break Open The doors and Paddling away on the wake You make for the shoreline and fly.