I've been talking to a friend, they tell me this circus never ends That's all right, I know that scene, but all that juice'll make you mean And every little secret feels like gravel in your soul And you find yourself believing it's all under control But you're going to fast to avoid the cost, trying to get back what you never really lost I remember all too well the way you built your private hell Because every time you turned your back, another stone would make the stack You live your life in pieces so it doesn't mean a thing Claiming not to notice any consequence it brings But you're going too fast to avoid the cost, trying to get back what you never really lost Isn't it a sad surprise when you see it's all a compromise? There's what you have and what you dream, and life is somewhere in between And you wind up throwing curses at an undeserving moon contemplating verses from an early Dylan tune But you're going too fast to avoid the cost, trying to get back what you never really lost You're going too fast to avoid the cost, trying to get back what you never really lost