Letras
Gutted out on endless road
Guided by the things I know
I left behind a barren land
And told myself I’d take a stand
A weekend dream to the weekday trap
I take my chance just to take it back
It seems there is no place for me
Still I’m off to find another scene
I’m playing back the sound of every voice that I know
Because maybe there is beauty in that noise, but I don’t know
What do I know?
My mother’s eyes are everywhere
When strangers stop to look and stare
Well I dropped my name so long ago
And made new memories from the radio
I turn the pages of history
Until I find the one that’s colored green
And I smile at things that used to be
Close my eyes and dream of a world so free
I’ll be playing back the sound of every voice that I come to know
Because maybe there is beauty in that noise, but I don’t know
What do I know?
What do I know?