Hash Clyde - Here Comes That Story Again

Is there kind of peace inside this tiny place?
I'm feeling claustrophobic and I don't know why.
All the people I know, it seems, they're moving on.
And I'm the only one who seems to be stay behind.
But here comes that story again.
About my life at an end.
The door is closed and I walk away.
Old wounds, you know, they're open again.
Well I'm free to leave my home.
And I see the open road.
And I feel the wind on my face.
As I drive my car on out.
And my mother, she talked.
And my sister scoffed.
And brother, he ran away at an early age and set.
Oh baby, you'd better run away.
It's so cliched I've got to step back twice.
I'm a young man looking for the keys to life.
When I go out searching for another view.
Well, in the end I'll find my silent truth.
But here comes that story again.
About my life at an end.
So many doors, I don't know which one to choose.
I don't know which key to use.
I'm free 'cause I'm on my own.
And I see that there's no one around.
And I feel the wind on my face, but
Now that stings somehow.
And my mother, she talked again.
And my sister scoffed again.
And now you know that he ran away at an early age and set.
Oh baby, you'd better run away.
I haven't found a peace out in this open place
And all the doors I've found have locked me out.
This open road is getting narrow and longer now.
The compass on my keychain is just spinning around.
Here comes that story again.
It's about my life at an end.
The door is closed, but I walk inside
Old wounds, you know, they're healing again.
Well I'm free to come back home
And I fear that there's nobody there.
Well there's a key. It's under the doormat
And I see I don't need it here.
I don't need it here....

Written by:
Gregg Basbagill, Matt Scerbo

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