The Hills

When you can't find time to cure Your ails

And you can't see nothing but over The hills

But there's a future over there the Strange man said

And he puts fake promises in your Head

But you see blue sirens and you Keep on running

Running from nothing and Everything

And you see true light at the end of The road but it gets closer and Closer and you never know

When you come from no where And time moves slow

Your better off going home after One last drink in this hole

Where you spend all you money

And time seems funny