I was riding down a pleasant road where familiarity met promise, driving past the accidents knowing "that won't happen to us" I ridiculed the "low-lifes"-- I won't live life like them-- I'm climbing higher, fighting fire, I'll become much more than them. And then something darted across my path; I hit the breaks and screeched. My heart pounded, panic swelling in my eyes; Please, faith, fate, let this pass us by. Wave the red flag, I'm not ready, stop this while ye may. Wave the read flag, I'm not ready, don't end my dreams today.