WORDS

SAME PLACE

Weeds have grown around my ankles.

Tied me to this plot of land.

But you can’t sing for your supper.

That’s a lie that someone told you.

 

Tried to rule my life by my passion.

I let the river carry me.

But something’s trying to drag me under.

I watch the dream eat itself now.

 

It’s the same place. You can run all your life.

It’s the same place. No matter where you go.

 

From the dirt road to the highway.

There’s lots of time to think things out.

I’d have been here much, much sooner.

If I hadn’t taken one wrong turn.

 

It’s the same place. You can run all your life.

It’s the same place. No matter where you go.

It’s the same place. You can run all your life.

It’s the same place. No matter where you go.

 

 

Scott Connor- Drums, Percussion, Bg Vx

Jim Walker- Guitars, Bass, Keys, Lead Vx, Bg Vx