A Plea For Purging Living The Dream
Five years long I've been running these open roads with
no place to call home. Run away from everything you've
ever known with no place to call home. I have no place to
call my home. Gain a friend, then I lose a friend. It
doesn't matter cause tomorrow it'll happen again. I'm
losing touch with everyone at home. It's really hard when
you're born to roam. Oh how I hate the line, "outta
sight, outta mind." I'm on the search for the greenest
grass that I will never find. I've run and run. I've
drove and drove three hundred thousand miles of lonely
roads to see the ones I love at home move on and on
without me. I'm just a memory. Is this the life I chose?
Have I chosen poorly or has it chosen me? Will it let me
go now? With action comes reaction. We're all a slave to
something. Dreams aren't meant to be lonely. Will you
answer me? Is this heaven or hell? Is this "living the
dream" or is it a living nightmare?
