Your self control might be a muscle spasm   New direction isn't everlasting though   I grope for straws, you've got to plan this week   Then the crutch dissolves, well she's just too sweet      Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere   Came out to greet the unresponsive stare   Turn green with envy over something you missed   You didn't know what, when you fell down in it      Walk on top, you run beneath   Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds      Walk on top, you run beneath   Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds      Walk on top, you run beneath   Blacktop spreads, blacktop, blacktop speeds