Run For The Door

I should be king, president
or a giant corporate mogul
But I smoked some pot, while still young
and I never got much older
people got in the way
money got in the way
When traditional buildings are keeping you
stupid and poor
you gotta run for the door
I had it all, in a bag
and i always kept it near me
answers to life, secret songs
and a plan for meeting Whitney
people got in the way
money got in the way
When traditional buildings are keeping you
stupid and poor
you gotta run for the door
you gotta run for the wide open spaces
and places you’ve never been before
fate, takes its time
takes a dime makes a call out in the nighttime
to you, all alone. dying so
to be something more than needy