69 miles of blacktop between me and home
Other than the birds up high
In the prairie sky I'm all alone
It's the first f*cking time in this long to me life
I'm finally on my own
A couple thousand miles to the north or the south
A place I've never been but always will call home
Where it's zero at the bone
Where amnesia's seeds were sewn
Where I'll still be yet not feel alone
I've got to believe in miracles just 'cause I'm not dead
The whole wide world is just a machine
Custom built for f*cking with my head
I've got the feeling that the hands that wound it up and turned it on
Were probably my own
I lay my pack down by the side of the road and remember everything I've ever known
And the mind at ease is a dead mind
Just like mine
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69 miles of blacktop between me and home
Other than the birds up high
In the prairie sky I'm all alone
It's the first f*cking time in this long to me life
I'm finally on my own
A couple thousand miles to the north or the south
A place I've never been but always will call home
Where it's zero at the bone
Where amnesia's seeds were sewn
Where I'll still be yet not feel alone
I've got to believe in miracles just 'cause I'm not dead
The whole wide world is just a machine
Custom built for f*cking with my head
I've got the feeling that the hands that wound it up and turned it on
Were probably my own
I lay my pack down by the side of the road and remember everything I've ever known
And the mind at ease is a dead mind
Just like mine
Other than the birds up high
In the prairie sky I'm all alone
It's the first f*cking time in this long to me life
I'm finally on my own
A couple thousand miles to the north or the south
A place I've never been but always will call home
Where it's zero at the bone
Where amnesia's seeds were sewn
Where I'll still be yet not feel alone
I've got to believe in miracles just 'cause I'm not dead
The whole wide world is just a machine
Custom built for f*cking with my head
I've got the feeling that the hands that wound it up and turned it on
Were probably my own
I lay my pack down by the side of the road and remember everything I've ever known
And the mind at ease is a dead mind
Just like mine
Writer: Daniel Johnson
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