Trial by Fire — текст песни (Jefferson Airplane)

Gonna move out on the highway, make this moment last
Til it closes with the future, blending with the past.
Rollin` on and doin` fine, what do you think I see?
That boney hand comes a beckonin`, saying buddy come go with me.

That engine just ain`t strong enough to get you round the turn
Lie on your back in the middle of a field, and watch your body burn.

Don`t try to tell me just who I am when you don`t know yourself
Spend half your time running out on the street
With your mind home on a shelf.
Lookin` at me with your eyes full of fire
Like you`d rather be seein` me dead
Lying on the floor with a hole in my face
And a ten gauge shotgun at my head

You can leave me here, but I won`t tell
Things I know about you and know so well
The way you smile at me, try to set me free
And keep me wondering what the future will be

Rollin` on, won`t be long
I won`t leave here til` I sing this song.