Way Back in the Way Back - Hiss Golden Messenger

You can call me the wheel

All I wanna do is roll it

From Tucson to Tulsa

This long-distance love, babe—

What a lonely thing to call it

Don’t be afraid

We’ll be fine in the morning

Food on the table

A body that’s able

We’ll be fine in the morning

Up with the mountains

Down with the system

That keeps us in chains

Hearing our whispering

Baby blue sky

Building a prison

Way back in the way back

The tulips are busted

The peace sign is broken

What is forgiveness?

What is atonement?

I wanna go home

Stood out in the rain

Like some rock and roll scarecrow

Both hands are brokn

Oh, the prophet has spoken

H can’t deny that I’m lonesome

Up with the mountains

Down with the system

That keeps us in chains

Hearing our whispering

Baby blue sky

Building a prison

Way back in the way back