As you stare at a blank sheet of paper Dreaming of all the possibilities You never were able to write one. Why help others? When that wound is still bleeding? You must not understand. You done very bad things. You have to make it right. Stop running to chase a dream. When reality is right behind you. A lot of mysterious, untold stories. But you have to push down your pride. And go take a ride, on interstate 365 life.