Lyrics: Band Marino. American Patriot.

Things all look pretty good now, pretty good for horribly bleak
Of course I kid you'll be fine now. You'll be over this in under a week.

And sometimes I feel like standin' up to all these vulturing dogs.
Well, I got my jogging suit and any minute I might come out to take you on.

I'm just waiting for you to prove me wrong.

You can call but I'm not comin'

I keep finding, I keep finding, I keep finding ways to make my world come down
I keep finding, I keep finding, I keep finding the wayyyyyy
(riding on a rail, riding on a rail, riding on a rail, that's my day now)

Well, you might be a sly dog as you enter the tent.
Creeping through these gaping holes and seeking out this young and curious scent.
It's absolutely revolting, every word that you say.
You're so encapsulated you never considered that there might be some other way

I'm just waiting for you to prove me wrong.

You can call but I'm not comin'

I keep finding, I keep finding, I keep finding ways to make my world come down
I keep finding, I keep finding, I keep finding the wayyyyyy
(riding on a rail, riding on a rail, riding on a rail, that's my day now)

I'm not comin'

I'm not comin' back 'round here no more.
No, I'm not comin' back 'round here no more