Ride Songtext
von The Origin

The train rolls out
Your tearful eyes through tinted glass,
And a million fleeting images hit me
As your face falls rushing back.
I tried to satisfy you but you never knew.
You set your mind to words you knew were not true.
You wrote the book
Before the pen had even touched the page.

It ain′t no problem of mine;
We had a problem with time.
I had to draw my own lines-
I'd rather ride.


How come you said that you were strong as steel
When you felt your statues crumbling
And your hands falling from the wheel?
I tried to read inside you
But there′s nothing there.
You fake emotions when I know you don't care.
Empty shells belong upon an empty shore.

It ain't no problem of mine,
We had a problem with time.
I had to draw my own lines
I said I′d rather ride on
Hey, ride

It ain′t no problem of mine,
We had a problem with time.
I had to draw my own lines.
So I'll ride this train out of here,
Try to make my life a little more clear.
I said I′d rather ride.