Trapped in transit never where I want to be
Waiting upon winter to ease up on me
Learning nothing but that nothing comes for free
Living in pursuit of triviality
I can't keep up with whatever is in style
I run out of breath walking the fashion mile
Falling in between the clean and dirty pile
Old is new again or at least for a while
Looking for a way outside
Breaking all the locks and climbing fences
Rolling underneath the tide
Taking up a side and digging trenches
On our own
I've been here and I've been over there before
I've been down but I'm still coming back for more
Rolling upon rails across the northern shore
From the city to the place where I was born
Looking for a way outside
Breaking all the locks and climbing fences
Rolling underneath the tide
Taking up a side and digging trenches
On our own
Let's go out together and we'll paint the town
We'll take whatever we can find lying roun
Bodies moving careful not to make a sound
Claiming nothing but our own small piece of ground
Looking for a way outside
Breaking all the locks and climbing fences
Rolling underneath the tide
Taking up a side and digging trenches
On our own
