Miles Away

1710. Sam's a bitch productions. Alright Good things take time, you just gotta let it grow Now this kid's coming at you with the long hair flow And I can take you places where the wind don't blow Yeah I'm talking bout Kansas talking bout Todo Maybe talking bout the shire, talking bout Bilbo Kiss the ring, when I slip it on "Where'd he go?" I'm South of the border. Walking through brick and mortar Obsessed with my compulsions, but can't call that a disorder Always had my shit in order, but why am I feeling scattered for Wishing that I could matter more, so just call me the matador There's a bull up in the china shop, yeah it's fragile in my brain See me dodging all these troubled thoughts till it's driving me insane This road's not going anywhere, can you please show me the way And I can never seem to get away The settings change but desperations's claimed A hold one and if I fold I'll see Just what the miles say. I'm miles away In the city of sinners, dad is not home for dinner The wall ain't coming down until the free men wave the banner Chilling by the harbor, the revolution starters They knew just what they had and they were not willing to barter Yeah this one's close to home, and all the streets we roamed And all the things we would've said if we had only known Now I'm beachside, music getting me high If you had a bad day fall asleep and retry I can never seem to get away The settings change but desperations's claimed A hold one and if I fold I'll see Just what the miles say. I'm miles away And I can never seem to get away The settings change but desperations's claimed A hold one and if I fold I'll see Just what the miles say