Sheer Mag - Travelin On

Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin the clock
Anyplace but not the right time, yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike the match
Let it burn

When all the smoke was clearing out
Oh yeah, I was on my own
I ain't coming home to you
I was born to roam the streets, yeah
They say a man lives in chains but he is born free
He's born free
I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside

Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin the clock
Anyplace but not the right time, yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike the match
Let it burn

The days been growing stranger
I been holdin' up fists of rage and I need a change
But you been getting lazy this time
I got you dead to rights and I'm ready to fight

Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin the clock
Anyplace but not the right time, yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike the match
Let it burn