The music in my mind...

I can still see the smoke from my train outta town
Ive dreamed myself a million times around the world
Don’t put yourself back in the fire again
I wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
The hand that calls me forward is the hand that leaves me behind

It’s a beautiful lie, if you think it will always stay the same
Pulling at the loose strings now
Follow the leader or make up all the rules
Throw yourself in the midst of danger but keep one eye open at night
Were livin in a wasteland

I have all this gold in my soul
What am I looking for?
Ive always been known to cross lines
I know I can be colorful, I know I can be grey
Pull the roots…