Octanoid

When we’ve lost, when we lost it all
We hide on the magic road as our minds are high
And we see, we see it all as a piece of my tragic world
Going ‘round, going back around as we’re laying down
And they turn. We see them all, yeah, turning back on home

And we’re riding once again
And we’re fallin’ on the trail
And we’re riding once again
And we’re fallin’ on the trail

And it turns, through the turns we ride on down
And we make a left to the magic light
So we see, we see it all as a piece of my tragic world
Going ‘round, going back around as we’re laying down
And they turn. We see them all, yeah, turning back on home

And we’re riding once again
And we’re fallin’ on the trail
And we’re riding once again
And we’re fallin’ on the trail