I\'m getting high on the views

And the cold night air

I got nothing to lose

I\'m going nowhere

I\'m going nowhere

I\'m going nowhere

I\'m going nowhere

I\'m getting high on the views

and the cool Night air,

I got nothing to do, I\'m going nowhere

Memory surge like a raging tide,

I keep on driving, I ride

I\'m getting high on the fuse and the cool night air

I got nothing to do, I\'m going nowhere

City lights below, a distant memory

In the hills, the nights, a symphony

I\'m going nowhere

I\'m going nowhere

I\'m going nowhere