Headlights blinding,
I've been followed home.
I've been watched
in my sleep,
I've not once been alone.
and I keep repeating,
I am mine,
my own.
but I've been subject to thieves.
I've been held at the door.
and I wait,
I know they're
never gonna
come around my way.
as I wait for my turn
I've come to learn
there's no such thing.
I'm hopping out of line
Follow suit and fear the side
you've yet to know.
you gon meet the preacher's
son who don't get along.
you gon learn the winter's long
without a firing stove.
you gon see that your life, boy,
it's the one you want.
We keep our eyes to the pavement,
feet to the weathered trail.
(we aren't awake)
Well don't you stop here,
not this far.
As I move in closer
keeping true to my cause
I've been wrenching my neck
just to catch a glimpse.
But I know you're
never gonna
come around my way..
As I wait for my turn
I've come to learn,
there's no such thing.
