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