It is the fire that lights itself
But it burns with a restless flame
The arrow on a moving target

The archer must be sure of his aim

It is the engine that drives itself

But it chooses the uphill climb
A bearing on magnetic north
Growing farther away all the time


Can't stop moving
Can't stop moving

Can't stop...

You may be right

It's all a waste of time
I guess that's just a chance I'm prepared to take
A danger I'm prepared to face

Cut to the chase

It is the rocket that ignites itself

And launches its way to the stars
A driver on a busy freeway
Racing the oblivious cars


It's the motor of the western world
Spinning off to every extreme

Pure as a lover's desire
Evil as a murderer's dream


Young enough not to care too much
About the way things used to be
I'm young enough to remember the future

The past has no claim on me

I'm old enough not to care too much

About what you think of me
But I'm young enough to remember the future
And the way things ought to be


Cut
Cut...


Cut to the chase
You may be right

It's all a waste of time
I guess that's just a chance I'm prepared to take
A danger I'm prepared to face

Cut to the chase
What kind of difference can one person make?
Cut to the chase