Every now and then I wanna feel the escape
When the depression sets in and my spirit breaks
And I go out hunting demons and they make me beg
Got me pissing in the wind, down my own damn leg
If God wrote a book 'bout everything that he's done
I'd go searching for my name, now wouldn't every one?
And you can tell me point-blank that I'm a narcissist
I'm just needing confirmation that I existPlease don't read my mind
I'm so scared of what you'll find
I haven't left it all behind
So much hate 'cause of all the hurt
No idea what I'm really worth
I'm holding out for peace and air timeYou have to understand that my intentions are good
And everything I do, I do for love
I got two little souls and I love them, man
That I'm trying to lead to the promised land
We take ego trips out to the country side
Got a big old house where we reside
And there's a big old boy with a big old gun
Stays up all night in case the weirdos comeI had a job but I resigned
Then I had a change of mind
I will again if I'm inclined
Another moan from a millionaire
I don't know why I'm telling you 'cause you don't care
I'm holding out for peace and air time
Songwriters
Christopher Sidney Heath, Robert Peter Williams, Guy Antony ChambersPublished by
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