So suffocating, this world we keep creating, siphoning personality from me. I look out that window and realize that it’s so simple, that I’m not really dependent on this life but it’s dependent on me.

Well I’m tired of this shack I’ll take this bottle and me backpack, follow the winds follow the white lines wherever they lead me be.
Well I’m tired of being asleep dear so it’s time to get the high hell out of here find me a Cadillac upon these train track or ride upon this 53’ Im gonna keep this up I swear there’s no more looking back for me.

There’s a world here beneath these barricades dear, beneath these web of chains we call our home. Where there’s clear blue skies and stars on each horizon, a perfect little treasure covered up by old dusty bones.

Well I’m tired of this shack I’ll take this bottle and me backpack, follow the winds follow the white lines wherever they lead me be.
Well I’m tired of being asleep dear so it’s time to get the high hell out of here find me a Cadillac upon these train track or ride upon this 53’ Im gonna keep this up I swear there’s no more looking back for me.

So picture perfect, every time I think back it hurts kid, I can’t tell all these things these eyes have seen. So liberating not seeing the damage these devils are creating but instead finding something worth fighting for, yes something to call a dream.

Well I’m tired of this shack I’ll take this bottle and me backpack, follow the winds follow the white lines wherever they lead me be.
Well I’m tired of being asleep dear so it’s time to get the high hell out of here find me a Cadillac upon these train track or ride upon this 53’ Im gonna keep this up I swear there’s no more looking back for me.

Too much of anything is hindering to you now. On the inside or the outside it’s easy for your head to come unwound, You’ll go through life and find places where you want to settle down to change, but no matter where you go things stay the same, this shit’s all the same.

Well I’m tired of this shack I’ll take this bottle and me backpack, follow the winds follow the white lines wherever they lead me be.
Well I’m tired of being asleep dear so it’s time to get the high hell out of here find me a Cadillac upon these train track or ride upon this 53’ Im gonna keep this up I swear there’s no more looking back for me.