Going Places
By sidewinder
I've gotta get out of this place before I lose my mind, There's gotta be more than what I see, Being free is what I need, Celebrations touched beyond the streets, These endless streets and gutters, I keep falling down, Can you save me? Lost faith in it all, You can't hear me, Can you? At the same time there comes a need, It's more than a promise where those questions are answered, Places where I want to be, Someday I'll find them you wait and see, Something more and believe, Hide and watch, Wait and see! We invented your world, We've sailed the seas, You laugh it away as your world falls apart, And try to be bitchin' in your ford mustang, Wig on straight! Head full of hate, Cussin' and smoking, Waiting to get paid, Meanwhile all of my dreams that I've made... come true, Blazing more than a miracle in a blink of an eye, Somehow you're sitting still... wondering why? July 12, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Mike Vrtatko Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 08:49 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"I've gotta get out of this place..."