Voices that [bad word] me
Are furthest from my sanity [bad word] from places I have never seen
Even in my darkest recollection
There was singin' my life back to me

The life you learn from someone else
That you can only [bad word] yourself
Sometimes that is still too much to want

Gravity won't get you through the mazes
You can never travel by the way [bad word] 
I could never choose the ones to love
And the ones who took the credit left me reelin'
But I owe much to the nameless and all those surrogates
Those who're singin' my life back to me

Life is not a constant thing
It's only made of short stories
I couldn't even tell you where I'm from
Guided by the voices I've deflected
Guided by electric wires' hum

I could never choose the ones to love
And the ones who took the credit left me reelin'
But I owe much to the nameless
Those who're singin' my life back to me

I see you in the future, skippin' time
While the eyes of all the faithful rest in peace
Yet tonight I see the highway
And someone singin' my life back to me