I was in the winter of my life, |
And the men I met along the road |
Were my only summer |
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, |
Dancing and laughing and crying with them |
Three years down the line of being |
On an endless world tour, |
And my memories of them were the |
Only things that sustained me, |
And my only real happy times |
I was a singer - not a very popular one |
I once had dreams of becoming |
A beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate |
Series of events saw those dreams |
Dashed and divided like a million stars |
In the night sky that I wished on over |
And over again, sparkling and broken |
But I didn't really mind because |
I knew that it takes getting everything |
You ever wanted, and then losing it to |
Know what true freedom is |
When the people I used to know found |
Out what I had been doing, |
How I'd been living, they asked me why |
But there's no use in talking to people |
Who have home |
They have no idea what it's like to seek |
Safety in other people - for home |
To be wherever you lay your head |
I was always an unusual girl |
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, |
No moral compass pointing due north, |
No fixed personality; just an inner |
Indecisiveness that was as wide and |
As wavering as the ocean |
And if I said I didn't plan for it |
To turn out this way I'd be lying |
Because I was born to be the other woman |
Who belonged to no one, |
Who belonged to everyone |
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, |
With a fire for every experience and an |
Obsession for freedom that terrified |
Me to the point that I couldn't even |
Talk about it, and pushed me to a |
Nomadic point of madness that |
Both dazzled and dizzied me |
I've been out on that open road |
You can be my full time daddy |
White and gold |
Singing blues has been getting old |
You can be my full time baby |
Hot or cold |
Don't break me down |
I've been travelin' too long |
I've been trying too hard |
With one pretty song |
I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
But I, I've got a war in my mind |
So, I just ride, |
Just ride I just ride, |
Just ride |
Dying young and I'm playing hard |
That's the way my father |
Made his life an art |
Drink all day and we talk 'til dark |
That's the way the road dogs do it |
Ride 'til dark |
Don't leave me now |
Don't say good bye |
Don't turn around |
Leave me high and dry |
I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
But I, I've got a war in my mind |
I just ride, |
Just ride I just ride, |
Just ride |
I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy |
I'm tired of driving |
'til I see stars in my eyes |
It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby |
So I just ride, I just ride |
I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
But I, I've got a war in my mind |
I just ride, |
Just ride I just ride, |
Just ride |
Bridge: |
x4 |
Every night I used to pray that |
I'd find my people, |
And finally I did on the open road |
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, |
Nothing we desired anymore, |
Except to make our lives into a work of art |
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. |
And have fun |
I believe in the country America used to be |
I believe in the person I want to become |
I believe in the freedom of the open road |
And my motto is the same as ever: |
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. |
And when I'm at war with myself I ride, |
I just ride." |
Who are you? |
Are you in touch with all of your |
darkest fantasies? |
Have you created a life for |
yourself where you can experience them? |
I have. I am fucking crazy |
But I am free |
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