Some are right underneath
And how I look today
I've been hiding out so long
I gotta find another way

Late at night I wanna see you
Will my eyes they begin to fade?
Am I just living in the space between
The beauty and the pain?
And the real thing

Now the sky is painted
In a wash of indigo
I've been holding on too long
That I hardly know the score

I recognize every face
But I ain't got everything I need
If I'm just living in the space between
The beauty and the pain
It's the strangest thing

Yeah, should I surround my life
Surrounded by a hole
Surrounded by no other
I wanna ride it home

Yeah, be the writer of your own story
Let it turn you onto love again
Be the writer of your own story
Let it turn you onto love again
I wanna ride, I wanna ride