forty times you may question your life fortified with a hunting knife before you find out if you survive questioning marks have turned into scars for the record you remember the few yeah who for a second time you bid adieu forty days in the neon haze festering dreams are dressed in vagaries you follow the skyway you follow your right of way you follow the streets and the cars and the shadows and the stars forty lessons you may hear from the sun now you never listened to a single one falling leaves whisper like thieves not that you mind you live on stolen time you follow the skyway you follow your right of way you follow the streets and the cars and the shadows and the stars fists loaded with a furious disdain your ferocity will be your shame fast motion like a curious flame the best i can do is to turn my back on you you follow the skyway you follow your right of way you follow the streets and the cars and the shadows and the stars you follow the skyway you follow your right of way you follow the streets and the cars and the shadows and the stars streets and the cars and the shadows and the stars