Drive - Beacon, No Regular Play

I struck gold

I fell right into your arms

I can’t let go

Till I know how far you’ll take us

We’ll stay close

Only If I can keep up

I learn the ropes

Make sure they’re tight enough

My heart’s grown cold

From being alone

And I found someone

To carry me off

You said go on

Knowing I wouldn’t listen

And I hope you’ll

Do the same in my position

And when you fold

For all the wrong reasons

It’s just to hold on

To what’s been missing

My heart’s grown cold

From being alone

And I found someone

To carry me off

And I found someone

To carry me off