Well [bad word] out blazin'
My pulse is racin'
As the rain streams down my face
There's no turning back now
To fight with fate
Outnumbered, out of place
They said go west young man, that's best
It's there you'll feel no pain
Bel-Air's okay if you dig the grave
But I want to live again
Can't let go
There's a madness in my soul tonight
Can't let go
Must ride like the storm
Can't let go
Will [bad word] out of control tonight
Can't let go
Until every trace is gone
It's a winding road from Cuesta way
Down sunset to the beach
Though Canoga Park is a straight safe drive
It's too far outta reach
But now the headlights are flashin'by so fast
All directions seems the same
And the windscreen wipers keep a beat repeatin'
You can't let go again
What's in a name on the street tonight
I'm only a face in the crowd
All in the dark and afraid tonight
Nowhere [bad word] or to hide
But I can't let go
Sometimes the world outside'll take you in
With just a smile
And you so blinded with desire
hundred sleepless nights have left me
Wasted and so cold
But I can take it I'm hangin'on
Can't let go
There's a madness in my soul tonight
Can't let go
Must ride it like the storm
Can't let go
Will [bad word] out of control tonight
Can't let go
Until every trace is gone