10.000 Miles

We've frowned at the weather

And the shoes that are on our feet

Take a look at a young boy or a young girl

That's got nothing to eat

And all wrapped up in the american dream,

In a house with a white picket fence

But the streets are cold, for the lonely souls

That's where they pay their rent

We don't care about discussion,

No there's no need to argue

Use the concrete as a cushion,

You'll want someone to talk to

10,000 miles below

And i can fly to where i want to go

And i can see, i have

10,000 more to go

Sometimes when it's raining,

And the light ain't shining in

I don't bother complaining,

Only god knows where i've been

And all tied down in the american dream

In a house with a white picket fence

But the streets are pain, they remain the same,

And then..