� Light one up, it's time we got out of here � � Cause just this week's felt like it's been a whole goddamn year � � I'm tired of smoking in cars in a town where the kids don't know who they are � � Who they are, who they are, who they are � � � I need a fix, a different tempo � � I'm about to slip, I need to let go � � � So I'll take my things in a car down the Guardian State Parkway � � Where the road and the sky both align, diffusing the time away � � � Ooh, yeah, I need a fix � � Ooh, yeah, different tempo � � I'm about to slip, I'm about to slip � � Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah � � � And if I go, I might never come back � � I don't know why, so please don't ask � � And if I go, I might never come back � � I don't know why, so please don't ask � � � And if I go, I might never come back � � I don't know why, so please don't ask � � And if I go, if I go, I might never come back � � I don't know why, so please don't ask, yeah � � � Ooh, yeah, I need a fix � � Ooh, yeah, different tempo � � Oh, oh, yeah, I'm about to slip � � I need to let go �