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.