coming to you cross country hoping boogie is still allowed you ask do we play heavy music well are thunderheads just another cloud we do not fragile straight at you when we vanish to the night still in your hands but out of sight don t think we feel hurt or wounded our egos showing thru and its true not fragile over you fast if you re getting down feelin high or just hangin round the times we travel in our lives they hold us back and let us ride 