Cut to the chase

(Rush)

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
Cant stop --- moving
Cant stop --- moving
Cant stop ---

You may be right
Its all a waste of time
I guess thats just a chance
Im prepared to take
A danger Im prepared to face
Cut to the chase

It is the rocket that ignites itself
And launches its way to the stars
A driver on a busy freeway
Racing the oblivious cars

Its the motor of the western world
Spinning off to every extreme
Pure as a lovers desire
Evil as a murderers dream

Young enough not to care too much
About the way things used to be
Im young enough to remember the future ---
The past has no claim on me

Im old enough not to care too much
About what you think of me
But Im 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