Way Out

Way out, few miles past the mall You had kids that aren't so small I remember our old life I remember its fading cries I was a loser and a child Felt you pulled me from the Nile Lying stubborn on the rocks Birds of prey tearing my socks No way out Cracking in the heat I've no will, I've 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 before it goes The way out