With a spiraling storm of tension In the dead of the night Uttering words that we should never mean Blood and murder resting heavy On the tips of our tongues Despair and anger in every scream Then like thunder in the air The words they spread like lightning Now is this what we truly believe As I'm walking out the door And drive toward the daylight I think that I begin to see With the pedal to the metal In the morn's early lights The blood is boiling hot in my veins Pressed back into the leather Just the horizon in sight With the background slowly slipping away Then the screeching in the air Of slamming breaks on tires I'm driving back to what could have been As I'm walking through the door And you take me in your arms I know what I can clearly see