Chasing the sun, in lifes bitter merry-go round
Never wasted, no time for hesitation
Since I met this clown in the lost and found

They say, the good times have all gone away
No light at the end of the day, oh no,
And the slience is deafening
All is quiet as the grave

Chasing the sun, in lifes bitter merry-go round
Never wasted, no time for hesitation
Since I met this clown in the lost and found

When defeated I seek guidance
Im not down and out
I got my freedom in sound
Oh I have found sweet salvation, in vibration
It keeps my feet on the ground

And the night turns to day,
I find a place to hide, from the rays of burning sunlight
This emptiness, the only reason I drink until arrest

Oh no, it’s like the changing of the seasons
To get to the high, we gotta push through the low
As we stand on the brink, so we drink to feel invincible
Temporarily, I know.

Chasing the sun, in lifes bitter merry-go round
Never wasted, no time for hesitation
Since I met this clown in the lost and found