Pistol Youth – When I Go Out
don’t go to sleep – i’ve got words to say – yesterdays gone – tomorrows to late.
Pass me the phone i want you to wait – cinnamon burns – my mouth is ablaze.
When i go out on the stage – i’m out of my cage.
My fear is running away – i’ve got something to say.
I’ve been here before – i drove through this town – every thing’s perfect
But i’m not around.
Am i a bad soul – or would god give me grace – if these little pills – can put a smile on my face.
When i go out on the stage – i’m out of my cage.
My fear is running away – i’ve got something to say.
Why did we learn to grow up so fast.
Where do we run from our selfish past.
Where do we look when our hearts aren’t breaking.
Where do we sign it away.