I made my way through the clouds
Lost inside a parking lot brigade
A six level loft in a swirling loop
Reminding me how dull we are

And the traffic moved as slow
As it ever did before
There’s a ticket on my wipers
And the sky looks like a storm

But I made it out of the city
And felt my head fall numb
When I made my way to the field
Hidden in the underground

64 Barrels covered down
By the mud and blood they used to hold
And the broken bones that fell apart
In all the years they spent away

And maybe it was for release
To light the tension of my life
But I’m not the only one around
Who has a secret left to hide