Recieve news of your misfortune
  And its scratching out my eyes, biting at my heart
  But ive got something to offer
  So this isnt a time to hide my hands
  Still i hide my heart, still i hide my heart
    This is where the rubber meets the road
  Its where we forget our transgressions
  And move on, ill carry you burden
  For certain you have heard
  Of hands that long for you to hold them
  This ticket is golden, this ticket is golden
    If you want to view paradise
  Simply look around and view it
  Its there that you will find me listening
  (you can take tomorrow,dip it in a dream)
  Dont look too hard
  Cause im tearing off my face so you wont hurt alone
    Lets start today
  Make your mind up, grab a weapon
  Move on