TheRoadLessTraveled

Fuck your dreams, I'm worried about ours
I will never go back to crowbars to cars
You could walk a million yellow bricks, never reach Oz
You could part the clouds, never see God
Metaphor to trying too hard to reach BONES

Except I'm really here, bring fear to your home
Me, I always hear like my ear to the phone
So, listen for the static, I'ma warn you in code
Think you'll understand if you see me up close, no
You can never truly know a ghost (here we go) (what?)

Talk slang on the corner, but you don't do
Speakin' down on the team, bitch, you won't do (bet, you won't)
Take it easy, slow it down, let it go (let it go)
Fuck it, maybe I'll feel the same, we'll never know (never)
Never know how long I would have gone (gone)
I would have passed on if I was still on back-roads
(If I was still on back-roads)
(If I was still on back-roads)

Ride like McBride, Arthur in his prime in the parry near the tides
Focus extra high, so my gauge is always bright enough to light the path
And give directions to whomever brave enough
The chance nobody's taken up, the one nobody dared to love
Don't become the thing you hated just because you're hating us
And that's just words from the wall, I awake, translate it all
Then, I scrape the message off