Blake Holland Poet Lyric

Some Way Out

There must be some way out
of this maze of pain and doubt.
I left every thing behind
but, my road is starting to wind.
Someday I might find 
hope at the end of the rope.

The sky makes me feel so high
and the birds make me want to fly
away from here.

So I'll take the subway
on Monday
and go southbound
but, all my songs have the same old sound.
I made my way into South Caroline
sippin' on that Georgia moonshine
but, I want to leave this town
my life is like watching the tears of a clown.

The sky makes me feel so high
and the birds make me want to fly
away from here.

My friends left me way back in Arkansas
it was just another brick in the wall.
I asked you for thirty dollars
you gave me six
just for kicks.
You have always got your knife up to my throat.
My life is like the songs that Bob Dylan wrote
or, crates of wine on a long lost boat.

The sky makes me feel so high
and the birds make want to fly
away from here
away from here.

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