the promise of a good life is locked behind the gates
I don’t know how to stop and not see
all that was left was fools and chatter
want to fall asleep and wake up when it’s all over

I want to experience the road dust on my shoes again
because everything that was left I felt was not mine
freedom near and somewhere far away
knocking on the promise of a good life

I don’t know when it will all end even hard to breathe
although you expect the days to run so slowly
and strange music and a desire to run away
for every dream is far from depressing