Born of the savanna; in the suburbs, at last. Eternity at your fingertips; still, you long for the past. I yearn for the exotic but fear the new. I want to be a hero, but there's so little I'm willing to do. In the sunset, all my regrets flow. I'm walking the path, but I'm walking too slow. There's no such thing as too slow (you say). Well, I want what I want and that's all I know. I want what I want. I want what I want. I want what I want. I want what I want. I want what I want. I want what I want. I want what I want. I want what I want. Took a drive up the coast road; never felt so alive. Now, I'm back where I started. This happens every time. My car, my girl; I need them by my side. Can't make them last forever, but all I do is try.