All dust and rubble, no stone intact
Somewhere along I must have taken the wrong track
No one in front of me, no one behind
Nowhere to look except in my own mind
I'm heading straight for the stratosphere
Dry air in silence, no heavenly choirs
And I'm still a prisoner of my own desire
Here comes terror in rubber soles
Here in the darkness I'm all alone
Flashing lights on the road ahead
I can't see it but I feel the force
Out of the blue I find myself shaking
Caught in a whirlwind, I can't see a blind thing
