Your father’s cuffs and gun are staring at you day and night.
Take flight when the mood arises like an angry sun.
Learning all the tricks of the master lockpicks,
of all the expert moles,
with souls so sooted over they become their own dark hole.
Will you get free, child?
Escape the lights that bind you.
Make your own stars and find a new way home.
Navigate your twisting tunnels; a hundred lives await you
if you can escape, child.
How long will you stay, child?
You have tested the waters, pushed the borders of your youth.
But you dream of new horizons, say you’ll see them sometime soon.
Every time you open your eyes you see a concrete cell
of four walls all painted pink, a cotton candy childhood hell.
Plot your next exit; when you’re charting out your course,
you don’t find anything thing mapped out beyond your own front door.
Will you get free, child?
Escape the lights that bind you.
Make your own stars and find a new way home.
Navigate your twisting tunnels; a thousand lives await you
if you can escape, child.
How long will you stay, child?
All you ever wanted was a Springsteen album life;
you only want to get away from it all.
But you don’t run, you walk; you don’t walk, you crawl.
You try to fly so high, but all you do is fall.
Everyone you know has tried to push you, pull you,
make you come around.
Listen to the sound, let it be your sound,
let it help you get your mind unbound
and get free, child.
Escape the lights that bind you.
Make your own stars and find a new way home.
Navigate your twisting tunnels; a million lives await you
if you can escape, child.
How long will you stay, child?