Sitting Still

Driving through the night

Running for your life

Worried and awake

You better make no mistake

The wind turns and pulls around.

The sea churns, now you're upside down.

And the wheel has broken,

we've run aground.

The wheel has broken,

we've run aground.

Driving real fast,

but the feeling never lasts,

and when your bell has rung,

will the deal be done?

The wind turns and pulls around,

The sky burns, there's a deadly sound,

And the wheel has broken,

we've run aground.

The wheel has broken,

we've run aground.

Until that fateful crash...

Written by Ryan Reaves