In The Home Of The Brave, Jefferson

I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal Box.

A Cork Screw To My Heart, Ever Since We've Been Apart.

It's Like Going Out To The Desert And Screaming And Then Having Little Kids Throw Their Sandbox At You. I'm Only 24.

Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This Old Town Too Long And It Seems Like I've Got To Travel On

You Need Something To Open Up A New Door, To Show You Something You Seen Before But Overlooked A Hundred Times Or More