Take a day for yourself on the Monterey coast.
Fly with the wind in your hair,
on the open road.

Trace the breaks and curves of a rocky shoreline.
The sting of a cigarette burn,
it's a heavy load.

But it's not the end, don't you say it is.
'Cause you're so far from done.
This arc's just begun, so savor its glow.

Reach out now, through the morning fog.
You can tear into the day.
You can take it all the way!

You can make a body rise up from the open casket.
You spit the fire, and speak the truth.
You can make a marathon run with the flames dripping off you.
You push the line, and see it through.

Watch the waves disappear into shimmering light.
Burned into celluloid grain,
into neon glow.

Navigating the crowd to the only unless,
bathed in the model excess,
in the eddy's flow.

Alive in the afterglow, when you're so far away.
Ten lifetimes away, you're drifting apart.

Reach out now, through the crescent fog.
You can tear into the day.
You can take it all the way!

You can make a body rise up from the open casket.
You spit the fire, and speak the truth.
You can make a marathon run with the flames dripping off you.
You push the line, and see it through.

You can make a body rise up to the rafters,
now and ever after,
You can make your body rise up.
You can breathe with the strike of Kali.

You can make a marathon run with the flames dripping off you.
You push the line, and see it through.