It is the fire that lights itself

But it burns with a restless flame

The arrow on a moving target

The archer must be sure of his aim



It is the engine that drives itself

But it chooses the uphill climb

A bearing on magnetic north

Growing farther away all the time

Can't stop--moving

Can't stop--moving

Can't stop--



You may be right

It's all a waste of time

I guess that's just a chance

I'm prepared to take

A danger I'm prepared to face

Cut to the chase



It is the rocket that ignites itself

And launches its way to the stars

Racing the oblivious cars



It's the motor of the western world

Spinning off to every extreme

Pure as a lover's desire

Evil as a murderer's dream



Young enough not to care too much

About the way things used to be

I'm young enough to remember the future--

The past has no claim on me



I'm old enough not to care too much

About what you think of me

But I'm young enough to remember the future

And the way things ought to be



What kind of difference

Can one person make?

Cut to the chase