Another seasons come and gone Now days they dont seem to last as long My childhood left decades behind I don't really know what happens to the time It's a hard road we ride Towards growin old I dont recognize the mirror What looks back at me is a terror Terror(terror) terrible thing It's a brutal beat down The only thing that I have left That can cleanse my soul Is the two wheels I ride When I head out on the road Another seasons come and gone Now days they dont seem to last as long My childhood left decades behind I don't really know what happens to the time It's a hard road we ride Towards growin old I dont recognize the mirror What looks back at me is a terror Terror(terror) terrible thing It's a brutal beat down The only thing that I have left That can cleanse my soul Is the two wheels I ride When I head out on the road Another seasons come and gone Now days they dont seem to last as long My childhood left decades behind I don't really know what happens to the time It's a hard road we ride Towards growin old I dont recognize the mirror What looks back at me is a terror Terror(terror) terrible thing It's a brutal beat down Beat down(beat)(down) The only thing that I have left That can cleanse my soul Is the two wheels I ride When I head out on the road
