So caught up in the grind
Imprisoned by the blind
Wake up one day to find
You're a hired hand on command.
Painted in shades of grey
The uniform they praise
Why should it end this way?
If you're half a man,
Take a stand.
Down the tube
Shoots a poor old Restless Rube
To your town
And he just needs to get down
Take him in
Say hello, how are you my old friend?
Come sit down.
You know they're going to love you.
A hometown can burn you to the ground
So turn a tire around until you're fine.
In a yellow wood
Two roads converged and the way he should
Go was clear
He left them bridges burning
New colors screamed
From every branch of every passing tree
Eyes opened wide
To soak up all the beauty
A hometown can burn you to the ground
So turn a tire around until you're fine
A new town to turn yourself around
An leave a trail of sound as to remind
Of all the different ways to get your self amazed
And stay far away
From suffocating hands who'll
Never have the chance
To pray on your fate
And there you go...