The Ride
Ticking clock upon the shelf
And tallies on the wall
Locked inside an unlocked room
And missing all your calls
Shutting off and tuning out
When I should be tuning in
To where you're at and what you say
And yet the room still spins
What you put into motion
Ain't gonna stop on your dime
So go swim against your tide
Refuse to swallow all your pride
The wave won't stop
So you might as well catch the wave
And take the ride
I'm a three ring circus on fire
And the ringmaster's MIA
The animals are out for blood
And I'm bound to spread the flames
The only one who can put this out
Is the arsonist inside
This spinning unlocked room
As time keeps ticking by
What you put into motion
Ain't gonna stop on your dime
So go swim against your tide
Refuse to swallow all your pride
The wave won't stop
So you might as well catch the wave
And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Oh yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Oh take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Whoa-oh, oh, yeah
I'm sitting here, trapped and wondering why
All these things are happening outside
So wake me up and make me realize
I'm the villain and the hero
But the hero's gonna save tonight
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
Whoa, Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Ooo Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Oooh
Oh these lonely days
Are feeding my innocence
As I'm on my way back home
Yeah that little slice of heaven
Is all I've ever needed
Now I'm on my way again
Oh these lonely days
Are feeding my innocence
As I'm on my way back home
Yeah that little slice of heaven
Is all I've ever needed
Now I'm on my way again
Yeah
What you put into motion
Ain't gonna stop on your dime
So go swim against your tide
Refuse to swallow all your pride
The wave won't stop
So you might as well (catch the wave)
Yeah you might as well (catch the wave)
Yeah you might as well catch the wave
And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Mmmmm
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Ticking clock upon the shelf
And tallies on the wall
And tallies on the wall
Locked inside an unlocked room
And missing all your calls
Shutting off and tuning out
When I should be tuning in
To where you're at and what you say
And yet the room still spins
What you put into motion
Ain't gonna stop on your dime
So go swim against your tide
Refuse to swallow all your pride
The wave won't stop
So you might as well catch the wave
And take the ride
I'm a three ring circus on fire
And the ringmaster's MIA
The animals are out for blood
And I'm bound to spread the flames
The only one who can put this out
Is the arsonist inside
This spinning unlocked room
As time keeps ticking by
What you put into motion
Ain't gonna stop on your dime
So go swim against your tide
Refuse to swallow all your pride
The wave won't stop
So you might as well catch the wave
And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Oh yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Oh take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Whoa-oh, oh, yeah
I'm sitting here, trapped and wondering why
All these things are happening outside
So wake me up and make me realize
I'm the villain and the hero
But the hero's gonna save tonight
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
Whoa, Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Ooo Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Oooh
Oh these lonely days
Are feeding my innocence
As I'm on my way back home
Yeah that little slice of heaven
Is all I've ever needed
Now I'm on my way again
Oh these lonely days
Are feeding my innocence
As I'm on my way back home
Yeah that little slice of heaven
Is all I've ever needed
Now I'm on my way again
Yeah
What you put into motion
Ain't gonna stop on your dime
So go swim against your tide
Refuse to swallow all your pride
The wave won't stop
So you might as well (catch the wave)
Yeah you might as well (catch the wave)
Yeah you might as well catch the wave
And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)
Mmmmm
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Ticking clock upon the shelf
And tallies on the wall
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Guiles, Phillip Freeman, Jonathan O Neill
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