Stinger (Five Wigs)

When one line refuses to cover His heart is already tied to another If it's traced from the cycle I'm in When the old turn stops the next one begins One tenth-second will collapse a ringer Endangered by the point of a stinger And now it's stuck in my gut Is it my turn to keep the thing shut? And the world, a small amount of time will treat mine To get in line Sometimes you dream of people Always in there, sitting in the back of your mind The pages tear away from the spine And then it's your turn to rip out mine Five grey wigs in the coach ahead of me Staring like they don't want to see But we’re coming like a blast from the past We can fly by to make the thing last And you're asking to store it when the pressure is turned If I trust you