On the Chicago River,
after dark,
we watched 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, nauseous, hot.
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 troubles beginning, not a second too late.
The only way out is through the pain.
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'm trapped 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 troubles beginning,
not a second too late.
The only way out is through the pain.