Tired eyes, shuffling feet; nowhere to go, no one to meet. Days cast aside, all one and the same; a muzzled man, blind, deaf and lame. Spirit anchored to the ground. Encircled bars all around. You got to get out.
Break from this birdcage, brother. Spread those wings and fly. Break from this birdcage, brother, or a captive you will die.
Traded soul for little homes and everything that needs to roam. An age old trick to spurn the road; but a static poison slowly corrodes. Think of the terrible cost of wanderlust be lost. Ain't gonna let this small town rob you blind of the kind of life you'll find outside.
Brother, break out. Brother, help me out. I gotta get out.
credits
from Yours, Mine & Ours,
released April 11, 2014
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Written by Isaac Evenson