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