The heat of my brain turns the iron bars Around me to dust, but when I come to my senses It’s a winter’s day and There’s just a little rust I’m walking through the revolving doors in my mind But no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to get out the other side Cause everywhere I look is looking back… I’m a holy man in a stained glass cathedral But when I look in the mirror all I see is Cinder blocks and stainless steel I got eight tailored suits waitin’ for me When I get back home …if I ever get back home Everywhere I look is looking back to where I’m lookin’ When I get back to where I’m lookin’ to go You can hold me captive for all these things I’ve done But, I’m quite sure by now this ain’t the only race I’m gonna run She said she could never forget the look of my eyes It’s a misfortunate fortune that I’m in here But at least I’m still alive I once knew a man who traveled by the whistles’ aim It’s been forty years now and I just need someone to know my name I sprint towards freedom, how else would you move that way? But I ain’t as fast as I used to be and the dogs are catching up But I’m gonna die either way so I might as well die trying Everywhere I look is looking back to where I’m lookin’ When I get back to where I’m lookin’ to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
