Peering out through the window of his train car
Ricardo sees his future growing grimmer than he likes
Time will tell, if hell ring the bell
The turning of the tide
He didn't know where he'd lay his head that night
Collapsed into a corner of his cage home
Collecting samples, turning dust, and running out of time
Sleepless nights and tequila fights with his homeboys by his side
Time would come he would be justified
When I speak our words just float away
Decay evaporate cause my mind is yours to play
And some will say "that's no way to be" to pawn, pick and plead
What you get is what you need
No it ain't much but its all I have
You can keep me down or keep me mad
In the end we all spend until we're sad, but thats not me
Living calm and light and free
And these roads can always speak and your mind can always breathe
And songs remain to follow fields and plains,
And these words never stay the same
They're stuck in my head all day yay yay yay yay yayay
Ricardo
Find a fear that no one knows
Until then his way should go
For to now his mind can roam
Ricardo
