Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
You turn my head
i spin my wheels
running on empty --
you know how that feels
I'm on a roll now --
or is it a slide?
can't be too careful
with that dangerous pride
if i could only reach that dial inside
and turn it up
Face up -- or you can only back down
face up -- hit the target, or you better hit the ground
face up -- there's still time to turn the game around
face up -- turn it up -- or turn that wild card down
turn it up
Don't complain
don't explain
i don't think my new resolve
can stand the strain
I'm in a groove now --
or is it a rut?
i need some feedback
but all the lines are cut
i get so angry, but i keep my mouth shut
and turn it up
You get all squeezed up inside
like the days were carved in stone
you get all wired up inside
and it's bad to be alone
You can go out, you can take a ride
and when you get out on your own
you get all smoothed out inside
and it's good to be alone
turn it up