No matter where you go, you'll never have control No one makes it out alive, no one makes it out alive Picture you in the summertime, drinking white wine in Antigua You told me that you see me and I see ya, and I really wanna believe ya, I do Singing blues, no shoes on, strumming in the sun and you got your feet up I remember when you used to tell me that you'd find your freedom, it was hard to believe ya Cause you never feel enough, it never fills you up And if lying on an island is the closest that you'll come Then run, go ahead, have fun, run No matter where you go, you'll never have control No one makes it out alive, no one makes it out alive You used to meet me in the major leagues, living in the dream that I created I wrote my own book so I never had to read your pages I've got no patience for that anyway, sensations don't mean anything If I can't just have everything, some days I think I'll run away But what would I even do if I made it, I'd just keep on fading I never feel enough, it never fills me up I'm climbing up a giant rock, I'll never reach the top But I can't stop, I can't stop, so No matter where I go, it doesn't matter where I go no more You'll never have control From the land paradise yeah No one makes it out alive yeah In paradise yeah One life yeah No one makes it out alive yeah In paradise yeah