most of my life I've spent up in the air
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waiting for time to come down
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and now my virtue is well past its curfew
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I've got to get out of this town
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madness, a train that's left the station
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all destinations unknown
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I needed to find myself a new situation
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one that I can call my own
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and I'm alright now
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and I'm alright now
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and I was blind and if at times I could not see
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you had me wrapped up in this mess again but I broke free
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and I was blind and if at times I could not see
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you had me wrapped up in this mess again but I broke free
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spending my time through pockets of pavement
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wheels spinning around
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going through the motions
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the trials and phases
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so I can shed this year-old skin
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peeling the layers like onions
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they make me cry
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and I'll be alright if I can just look you all in the eyes
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I made it this far and I'm not going to look back
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'til I get to the end of this town
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and I'm alright now
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and I'm alright now
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and I was blind and if at times I could not see
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you had me wrapped up in this mess again but I broke free
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and I was blind and if at times I could not see
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you had me wrapped up in this mess again but I broke free
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and I'm alright now (8x)
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Onions
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Heartless Bastards |