By Autopilot Off, {Whoo-ooh Goooo...}
Hands up and don’t you make a sound
Shotgun is
By Autopilot Off, I was drunk, sober, tarnished and pure
All I ever wanted
By Autopilot Off, I met a man named Byron Black
And he carried his
By Autopilot Off, Across these highways
And deadend roads
You wandered down
For somewhere now
And you
By Autopilot Off, You're probably sick of being tired
You can't find the strength
By Autopilot Off, Divine intervention
So few and far between
Like lightning when it touches
By Autopilot Off, I was waiting
Watching every single move
On the wire I cling
By Autopilot Off, I don't know if we'll make it home
All we can
By Autopilot Off, All my trials and tribulations
Have led me to one realization
That
By Autopilot Off, Through the longest night, by this candle-light
We stand to cut
By Autopilot Off, Tonight I have decided that
There's only one way out
And I
By Autopilot Off, If there's a light, leave it on
If there's a way
Somehow
By Autopilot Off, I never thought I'd come back around
I never thought I'd