My Own Captain - text
There's nothing left for me in this sleeping town,
I'm leaving tonight and I wont see you around.
I'll run run until my tires go bald,
clock me out and ignore my calls.
I know that you think I'm sinking,
the trench I'm digging is growing deep.
But I would rather inhale dirt and water,
than let roots grow beneath my feet.
On the open road or on the open water,
I don't remember how to get home.
All the years wasted, all the time I spent.
Hope you get it, hope you comprehend.
Sell all my things, burn down my home.
We don't need help because were going alone.
I'll pound my fists until my knuckles bleed,
we wont give in, we wont admit defeat.