So you travel around this country
You're looking for your holy ghost.
And what you gonna find,
Is it somewhere, where you like to hide.
So you run around your ego, you run around your gold coast.
You know you got the time,
Because this prison is our own design.

So you're thinkin' of your future,
You're thinkin' of some old past.
And it's your time to shine,
So what you're gonna go and leave behind?
And there's no one to be in where there's nothing left downstairs.
When you feel despair, what's your method to get outta there?

So where you from, son?
And are you a troubled one?
And if so, come under my wings.
Now what's your story?
And is there glory to hate,
Cause that's the only way out there.

So you run around this earth-top, you run around your headmouth,
And what you wanna find is peace of mind,
Of which you can't describe.
And it's definitely somethin', it's definitely somewhere,
You know the signs are there.
Call it a fable, would just be unfair.

So where you from, girl?
And will you paint my world?
And if so, crawl underneath my wings.
So what's your story?
And is it blurry today?
'Cause that's the only way out there.

Come on!