Maybe I’m dreaming
and all this scheming, screaming
madness in the land
dwells only in my spinning mind
and one day I’ll awake to find
it’s washed away like footprints in the sand.
So cruel and uncaring;
I’m despairing as they’re tearing
They take and take and never give:
tell me how I am meant to live
like this, bereft in soul and sick at heart.
I’m done with all the hating
hopelessness and pain.
So now I’m getting out of here:
switch off, drop out and disappear
to seek my peace out on the road again.