Walking the my road Only desert and sky I confuse the grey with blue (it's) Twenty seven miles to my die Every day they're dead It's not a lie I'm walking in the rain (and not) You can not see my cry I can't see your smile I'll let them arrest me Until my sanity is restored I will come back as a child I've been to asylum, telling stories Ears listen Eyes see Mouth speak Mose breathe Legs walk Arms embrace Hands punch I'm break In the back of the truck I say goodbye Praying my bagpipe Running away from the town In the back of the truck I say goodbye Praying my bagpipe Running away from the town