Outlaw

You can be an outlaw in the outskirts of your mind
You can be a poet in the parking lots of time
You can be a rebel in the ruins left behind
You can be an outlaw in your mind

Driving down the interstate, watch the windmills pass
You'll hit the desert on this half a tank of gas
Turn the radio up loud, listening to John Prine
Freedom calls from farther down the line

They can take your time
They can take your job
They can take your town
They can even take your dog
But they can't take the truth you've spent a whole lifetime to find
You can be an outlaw in your mind

You will be a criminal to the coward-loving crowd
You will be a lunatic to the liars laughing loud
But you will be the last strand in an ancient noble line
You will be a beacon left to shine

They can take your time
They can take your job
They can take your town
They can even take your dog
But they can't take the truth you've spent a whole lifetime to find
You can be an outlaw in your mind



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Jonathan Stine
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