wind a golden wire around my crown    this lazy life, yeah, gaze on by    weigh the chains and now my air is going    'cause i'm running down    running down my way       say when my days are through    every sundown sweeps on by    ailerons and fire roads    will cut their way to somewhere    the junk will settle from the storm that's mine       if the future has a story, then let it happen faster    'cause nothing seems to blow up when it should       'cause i may have found    there's a way to light a candle, yeah    only taken from those nights and you know    that they don't ever live long    i may be alright saturday and   there are no reasons to leave my surroundings 'cause i am drinking my own stuff    and i feel that i am getting high   getting high