Testo Way Out

Way out
A few miles past the mall
You had kids that aren't so small
I remember our old life
I remember it's fading cries
I was a loser and a child
Felt you'd pulled me from the Nile
Lying stubborn on the rocks Birds of prey tearing my socks
But way out


Cracking in the heat
I've no will, I have no beliefs
A blurring figure on the plain
A pale passenger in the rain
The river flooded with old leaves
My wagon lost now in short trees
I turn back to steal the road
For my memories bеfore it goes
But way out