To the Man With My Soul in His Hands Video (MV)

I found my place in an empty space
The wheels just keep on turnin'
They said have grace
But look at their faces
Is this the real thing?
Am I a domino?
If you push me
Will I fall apart?
Am I bleeding?
Am I still alive?
Is my soul gone?
Can I borrow time?

Well, I've got a ticket nobody should have
A ticket to a secret in a promised land
The only way I'll live
I'm tradin' every inch to a far off man
To the man with my soul in his hands
The only thing I give

I wake up every morning with a bag in hand
The only thing I have across the desert sand
I hope I last the wild
I'm shakin' and I'm crackin' and I got a tan
When I look up and I see him, yes it is, the man
The man, the myth, exiled