Intro : Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway, dodge the bullets while you're trying to find your way, everyone's around but no-one does a damn thing, it brings me down, but I won't let them. If I seem bleak, well you'd be correct, and if I don't speak, it's 'cos I can't disconnect, but I won't be, burned by the reflection, of the fire in your eyes, as your'e staring at the sun, woah, as your'e staring at the sun, woah, as your'e staring at the sun, woah, as your'e staring at the sun    as your'e staring at the sun.