Pulse

The picture on the dashboard pulling you on
Every season and time zone, depth and direction
You keep that old engine burning
Until you run out of road

Lay down on the dead rails, steel bones
Feel the spine of the monster, its distant pulse
It's just your imagination, that's taking its toll

Seeing things you don't believe
Don't panic now, it's natural
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

There's nothing you can't handle like a loaded gun
Although there's many ways to do things
To you there's only one
The ending will find you unless you find it first

Seeing things you don't believe
Don't panic now, it's natural

You will feel you're not yourself
Don't panic now, it's natural
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah