Texty: Pat McGee Band. On Your Way Out of Here.

People pleasing people, who you're partial to?
It's the same old people, pulling the wool over you
Eyes can see all the darkness, others only stir
The medicine that you need is the only cure
It's fighting you day to day, you gotta get out
Passion will guide you, it's your ticket to

On your way out of here, bring your soul with you
On you way out of here, wish one thing new
You'll be a pilgrim in search of nothing at all
On your way out of here, inside your walls

You're under the scope just to seek out, the truth belongs to you
Come out, come out, all you children, see this one through
Souls will sense all the madness, sense is often wrong
Smiling down at the soaked up ground, waiting for so long
To push the day down under, you better look out
Hide beneath the shadows, escape the doubt

On your way out of here, bring your soul with you
On you way out of here, wish one thing new
You'll be a pilgrim in search of nothing at all
On your way out of here, inside your walls

Papa said, "Don't you preach it, if it seems new to you
Riding around with you car top down, folks taking shots at you
But they're not shooting to hurt you, just to test your vision
They'll put you back on empty at the filling station
Kindly set you up for a no-win situation
Put your hands on the table and wave goodbye"

On your way out of here, bring your soul with you
On you way out of here, wish one thing new
You'll be a pilgrim in search of nothing at all
On your way out of here, inside your walls

On your way out of here, nothing at all
On you way out of here, inside your walls
On your way out of here, nothing at all
On your way out of here, inside your walls