Everyone around me feels like they want to be
Somewhere different, somewhere far away
Well I can't be there, and I can't be here
I can't see myself anywhere
All the barbed wire, and slit car tires
Guns and ammo, I swear I'll break out
Like a prison escapee on my knees
Crawling back to what I used to be
All my worries are golden mirrors
And all the things you've said are what I fear
But I won't hold them up to the light
It's light years that keep me here to make it through the night