Dusty Walls

I've woken up but no one can tell, You know I've been a prisoner as well. But I'm looking for something else, I'm told that I can find it on the dusty walls of this hotel. You're hiding and you can't find your way. You're resting but there's no where to lay. You're looking for something else, It's hard to be forgotten when you're hanging On the words that I tell. We're running with the dogs of hell, You know we've got a story to tell. We've kicked off the dirt From our two black shoes, And we've payed off the warden for getting us through. We're looking for something else. I'm trying to find a meaning For the reason that we can't be found.