Reach For The Red

The trees are lined with gold along the highway to you.
No sound in what's ahead, of bitter deception
I close my eyes and I feel your fear.
You see the faces deep in the night and you say:
Reach for the red
Close your eyes- hold your head
The trees are lined with gold. It can't be time, I can't let go.
I rip away and look for an answer
White mask, white walls and all of your pain.
You see the faces deep in the night and you say:
Reach for the red
Close your eyes- hold your head
Reach for the red
Close your eyes- hold your head
The mountains are shining with gold along the L.A. freeway.
I take offense to what fate has offered 
And you reach for something - a color to hold.
You see the faces deep in the night and you say:
Reach for the red
Close your eyes- hold your head
Reach for the red
Close your eyes- hold your head