On Moths and The Flame

You can spend all your time makin' money;
You can spend all your love makin' time.
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?

And when you're lookin' for your freedom
[Nobody seems to care]
And you can't find the door
[Can't find it anywhere]
When there's nothing to believe in
Still you're comin' back
[You're comin' back]
You're runnin' back for more...

So put me on a highway
And show me a sign,
And take it to the limit
One more time...

Truer word were never spoken, I think.