Tekstovi: Ken Block. Drift. Ride.

I stopped to talk to my friend
He said, he messed up again
Said, he don't wanna be here
I don't know how to leave

And he talked about how
He would bush, beat around
Just add to his mess
While nothing changed

Everyday is another ride
Everyday is a chance to fly
So get up, get on with life
And ride, ride

Everyday last week
She would drink herself to sleep
Said, she don't wanna be here
But she don't wanna leave

And then right around noon
She'd still be up in her room
Trying to think her way out
Of an unlocked door

Everyday is another ride
Everyday is a chance to fly
So get up, get on with life
And ride, ride

Don't know where to begin, here it comes again
Can I pause and just start things over?
And leave the fortunate sun
Or get another one that's right on time

Everyday is another ride
Everyday is a chance to fly
So get up, get down that line
And ride, ride

Everyday is another ride
Everyday is another ride
Get up, just one more try
And ride, ride