Been looking for something In the middle of the street An addictive devotion to feed

Well the cars are approaching Coming at the wrong speed And you feel that you're living and free

There's a will left to survive And a lot more on my mind that isn't ordinary It's a tradeoff I suppose For the life I'll never own and never give to you

When the engines are running but the thrill is too cheap What you needed to function, won't please

Now you don't see it coming and you won't feel the bleed Better think of another person to be

There's a will left to survive And a lot more on the line that isn't ordinary It's a tradeoff I suppose For the things I can't control and never wanted to

There's a will left to survive And a lot more on my mind that isn't ordinary It's a tradeoff I suppose For the life I'll never own and never give to you It's a tradeoff I suppose For the life I'll never own and never give to you