There’s no easy way out of here
There’s no secret track
I tried sometime last year
And I was lucky to get back
There’s a northbound path uphill
It’s so crooked and narrow
You can climb along it until
You’re scared of your own shadow
You can cross the border down south
But the bitter wind and the rain
Will leave a sour taste in your mouth
And then blow you back again
It’s a wicked trail to the east
Just days of dust and thirst
The long nights are cold at least
But I don’t know which is the worst
It seems your dreams are way out west
But it’s so full of dirty tricks
You’ll be left alone and depressed
Just looking for another fix
So as you travel near and far
Your ideals will start to curdle
Look behind from where you are
And you’ll find it’s all a circle.
Lyndon Queripel
