Write This Down Minnesota Interlude
It's another iced kind of day
Minnesota's gonna freeze my dreams away.
Sittin' on the freeway wondering if I'm ever gonna get
back.
Taking one step through the door,
The tension's gonna rip our skin and bones apart.
Lookin' for a fast fight stirring up the dead of winter.
And no, this is not a show, it's not everything you think
you know.
I'm depleted, and without the answers.
And I, I won't compromise, I won't say that everything's
alright
When I'm broken and without direction
So why don't you and I, just forget about the time.
And sit back down and think about the here and now.
