I caught you tripping out the back door. Head sore with nothing to say to say. Where you going, what you running from today?. . In the wrong at just the right time.
Searched for you high and low on endless city streets. From New York to New Orleans. Over the mountain tops through hills of Tennessee. I've walked the miles with wounded knee.
Cold addiction rising up inside. White lines cover the mirror. All the voices screaming in my mind. I wanna get out of here. . Starring through a hole blind eyes ashamed.