Not a whole lot to say about this one. Three Doors Down-like, or maybe Staind. Maybe
rock
acoustic
folk
unique
electric
mellow
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Story behind the song
Little bit stream-of-consciouss. Little bit get-me-out-of-here. Low self-esteem.
Lyrics
Never more than fleeting, on a hope and on a prayer
If there ever was a Heaven I hope I find my way up there
But long as I remain here, trapped within this mortal space
I’ll do my best, I’ll do my job, I’ll try to change the pace (til)
I get out
I get away from the place I’ve been stuck in before
I get out
I get away from the place that I’ve learned to deplore
Pacing round in circles, circles pacing around me
Hoping what I am is not the best I’ll ever be
Demons float around my head as demons often will
I swat them all like flies, keep ‘em off my back until
CHORUS
Everything is pulling me in two different directions
I wear my heart out on my sleeve for multiple dissections
The sun shines through the rain, but the rainbow grows the weeds
And staring out my window I find every soul needs
To get out
To get away from the place they’ve been stuck in before
To get out
To get away from the place that they’ve learned to deplore