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