another year and it's the same regrets swimming in my head
twelve minutes left and the world's eyes are glued to a gaudy ball
nine minutes left and i'm thinking of the things i should have said
don't ask me why...i'm just a rebel without a clue
seven minutes left and it's just me in this neon-plastic coated world so blue
t minus five and counting, i take the coward's path and run
nothing but the engine's fluid oratorio and a solid wheel in my hand
four minutes till nothing, with nowhere to go
let me drown in this blue grey river of asphalt

just another night in candyland