We were vagabonds
The four of us across the west
Passing lines
No X's in the sand
We ended up North of Hollywood Land
Marked our spot
And Slept in a dream

I woke up on an island
Stranded with an empty bottle in hand
No honey
No money
I put sugar in my tea
with no place to flea
There is no place I should be

My phone plays beautiful tunes
And only tells me the blues
The fruit grows out front
But is picked before the morning light

I'm in my mind
I'm out of sight
building my flight on a boat
And coasting the shore line on a wing
I stopped yelling, so I could sing
I need to feel something

I hear the wind blow
Showing me the spread of Spring
I try to hold it back
But I can't change a thing
I'm already checked in
I've already split
My room is half up
While the other half
A cliff drop towards the door

I'm gunna have to leap, if I'm going to break on through
Get my foot in
Even if I gotta dangle on a coat tail
So I can pay my rent
Make my bail
I'm going to get out of this hell
I know the road very well

I got passed the fork and went right
Living in another room
More friends to fuel the fire

They ask me what I desire
I tell'm that feel
That moment
Those goosebumps on a medium
But looked on high emotions
That leap over a hole
And forward to open arms
Across mountains
And into the world