I count the ways
To disappear
No one else can trace my tracks
Around here
I ride my bike
Late at night
And all the can be seen is
Flickering light
The air is warm
And the weight is off my mind
When feeling trapped,
Make like a river and just go
It's never black and bleak
Unless I say it's so
I shift gears and let go;
I have total control.
I can't be haunted
If I never see a ghost
I time it right
And meet halfway,
And we watch our numbers grow
So confidently.
I've got their backs
And they've got mine.
We're a formidable gang
Without the crime.
The mood is high
And the speed picks up downhill
When feeling trapped,
Make like a river and just go
It's never black and bleak
Unless I say it's so
I shift gears and let go;
I have total control.
I can't be haunted
If I never see a ghost
I count the ways
To disappear (On the ride)
No one else can trace my tracks
(On the ride)
I count the ways
(On the ride)
No one else can trace my tracks
On the ride
When feeling trapped
Make like a river and just go,
It's never black and bleak
Unless I say it's so.
Up to Golden Gate Park,
On to Ocean Beach,
Back to Western Addition,
Down to the Mission;
Wind's a
Wisping sound.
To disappear
No one else can trace my tracks
Around here
I ride my bike
Late at night
And all the can be seen is
Flickering light
The air is warm
And the weight is off my mind
When feeling trapped,
Make like a river and just go
It's never black and bleak
Unless I say it's so
I shift gears and let go;
I have total control.
I can't be haunted
If I never see a ghost
I time it right
And meet halfway,
And we watch our numbers grow
So confidently.
I've got their backs
And they've got mine.
We're a formidable gang
Without the crime.
The mood is high
And the speed picks up downhill
When feeling trapped,
Make like a river and just go
It's never black and bleak
Unless I say it's so
I shift gears and let go;
I have total control.
I can't be haunted
If I never see a ghost
I count the ways
To disappear (On the ride)
No one else can trace my tracks
(On the ride)
I count the ways
(On the ride)
No one else can trace my tracks
On the ride
When feeling trapped
Make like a river and just go,
It's never black and bleak
Unless I say it's so.
Up to Golden Gate Park,
On to Ocean Beach,
Back to Western Addition,
Down to the Mission;
Wind's a
Wisping sound.