Hard edged blues pop rock
Story behind the song
A song written about escaping small town life and drug abuse.
Lyrics
Small town life, small town minds, small town dreams that are not mine.
If to make my escape, I must dig my, my own grave
then I shall, buried down, but it wont be in this town.
Stress is high, so am I now it's time that we said goodbye
troubled soul, that I own telling me that I've got to go
I'm insane, from this place, killing me more and more each day, not alright, not ok, killing me more and more each day
I've been taken for a ride and I have been lied to for all of my life.
Searching for my pot of gold and well I am searching for my soul.
If tomorrow doesn't come today, I'll remember the pain from yesterday.
I left before but made one mistake...I returned to this place, I said I returned...I returned
