Our Way Free

There's a fog that's settled in the hollow At the bottom of our road And the sky is so heavy with static It's got nowhere else to go Like the black dog that's waiting by the mailbox Yeah he look for you to move So you're frozen in the waiting And you're hoping it won't be For you to choose Turn it upside down Maybe every code has a key Yeah walk backwards out of the dark Eventually you'll get to me And then we'll see And then we'll see Our way free Our way free You wrote letters in the pages of the art books You kept stacked up on your floor I received but never read them Yeah I can prove it I have them right here in this drawer Because I'm happy in the margins But you're too good For this gothic little place So put your art books on a bonfire and send me signals Yeah, that's what the smoke is for Turn it upside down Maybe every code has a key Yeah walk backwards out of the dark Eventually you'll get to me And then we'll see And then we'll see Our way free Our way free Our way free Our way free Our way free Our way free