Pedaling chains skip links and yearns Skin stretches loose Wheels spin faster rubber burns Innocence reduced Man in the core of the earth Pedals on and on Things you'll trade won't hold much worth Sprocket-dawn to stop the dawn Am I going crazy or can I feel something Rotating in my head He's hated for making the sun go down And memories misplaced But your frame will rust a golden brown And you're too tired to chase Home can be a dark place feel around Hands cold, black as coal If they stop at all, the breaks will sound Start digging holes Am I going crazy or can I feel something Rotating in my head see less