She runs from the past and shes hittin full stride All of the lines shes forgotten She woke from the dream and she opens her eyes All she could see was the bottom The worst day ain't over Its right on cue The mirror is seein the truth The clouds rollin over The keys in the doors Hold on I'm coming for you Headlight Put the gun away Last ride before the fadeaway White wall your gonna lose it all This time its past the point of critical She hides from the seconds that seem to fly by The gavil won't offer her truth Their foots on the floor And I'll bury the past Hold on I'm comin for you Put the gun away Last ride before the fadeaway White wall your gonna lose it all This time its past the point of critical Wouldn't you say we're past the point of critical It's critical