The day turned down low,
As the sun sets downwards,
Off the mountain below,
And the air lifts you up,
But you somehow always end up in that place,
Where you feel so low,
And the thunder is in your sight,
Who will you call,
To rescue you tonight,
With the lights turned down low,
And the music playing off the stereo,
But the weight pulls you downwards,
And somehow always end up in that place,
Where you feel so low,
And the thunder is in your sight,
Who will you call to rescue you tonight,
Which road that you go,
They are always all the same,
There is no one way,