Trial by Fire

Gonna move out on the highway, make this moment last Til it closes with the future, blending with the past. Rollin' on and doin' fine, what do you think I see? That boney hand comes a beckonin', saying buddy come go with me. That engine just ain't strong enough to get you round the turn Lie on your back in the middle of a field, and watch your body burn. Don't try to tell me just who I am when you don't know yourself Spend half your time running out on the street With your mind home on a shelf. Lookin' at me with your eyes full of fire Like you'd rather be seein' me dead Lying on the floor with a hole in my face And a ten gauge shotgun at my head You can leave me here, but I won't tell Things I know about you and know so well The way you smile at me, try to set me free And keep me wondering what the future will be Rollin' on, won't be long