somewhere beautiful
wade bowen
looking down at the strip from my hotel room
cause their all out tonight
all the insecure boys in their muscle cars
young girls in their pushup bras under neon lights
they come here for freedom
and for miles and miles down this road
and their pounding radios
no one knows that there's more
beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets
take my hand and let me pull you
out of the blindness of your weary soul
is there any way to learn from what you've been told
or do you really have to hold the experience
cause you can hear me now
i could spare you the consequence
that there ain't no getting through
cause you're hell bent on doing exactly what you've gotta do
so welcome to a long line of sinners and saints
is there anyone around here who ain't
don't you know that there's more
beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets
out of the blindness of your weary soul
don't you know that there's more
beyond these dead skies and all these filthy streets
out of the blindness of your weary soul