I wanna travel somewhere where nobody knows my name. Roam the streets with a smoke hanging out my mouth. Under the neon lights polluting the sky. Wearing a bomber jacket hands in pockets, head hangs low.
The rain hits my neck, I put my collar up throwing my cigarette butt on the floor, she's on my mind, flooding my cells of imaginative potential that is never to occur, gone like the wind, she disappears into dust, she's nothing but history now,
At least no one knows me here, at least I'm not in the broadcast anymore, at least I'm gone, I'm somewhere else, I'm no longer on the news.
Only if I knew where I was in the world, in my life, travelling, aimlessly, along this street, in complete loneliness, scared.
I'm Stuck in static at the end of a VHS tape unable to rewind, forever lost. Unknown where my sequel is, Unknown of where I'm going, who'll write my story: Troubled by his Own Unknown legacy.
Along the desert road outside of town, miles and miles I roam before I ache, stopping, I hold my thumb who'll pick me up, who'll take this lost soul, this hitchhiker stuck in his life on a channel without a broadcast, a wordless page, shall I begin to write? a car stops, my page begins:
"Where to?"
"Wherever the road leads"
Dust rises I was stuck in the past now I travel leaving my baggage at the side.
