On the Chicago River after dark.
We watch the city lights tear the sky apart.
The wind was blowing her hair around.
As the scenery explodes I’ll tell you how.

I fell into an old cliche.
Always on the road only halfway sane.
No hospital can fix what I’ve become.

I’ve trapped myself in a ring of fire.
If I say I’m okay, I’m also a liar.
The only way out is through the pain.
(How am I gonna get through this?)

I got so low that I get high.
Just to sit and watch the miles go by.
Now I’m cold and sweaty with a nauseous heart.
I got a million addictions wearing me down.
I fell into an old cliche.
Always on the road only halfway sane.

I’ve trapped myself in a ring of fire.
If I say I’m okay, I’m also a liar.
The only way out is through the pain.

And as I write these words my hands start to shake.
With trouble sneaking in not a second too late.
The only way out is through the pain.
Tomorrow I’ll start again.

And now I’m begging for help.
I know I can’t get up.
Gotta face this one all alone.
And if I don’t make it.
Remember that I’ll always be a part of you.

I’ve trapped myself in a ring of fire.
If I say I’m okay, I’m also a liar.
The only way out is through the pain.

And as I write these words my hands start to shake.
With trouble sneaking in not a second too late.
The only way out is through the pain.
Tomorrow I’ll start again.