A new direction, or just a change of pace Greener landscapes and brand new faces
But behind the smiles, the same concealed greed, And Ive already been the beggar

I can read the writing on this wall, and Im not scared of it at all

So you can find me there, in the middle of the night,
With a face like a child, and the devil by my side
The fires of hell may swelter in my wake, but this time Ill take sorry over safe,
And let the sweet caffeine (C2 Interstate, C3 Old Steel Strings)

Carry me away, Carry me away. Carry me away, Carry me away

Another lesson, or just a waste of time. Tail between my legs, and all my bridges on fire
But beyond the beaten path are treasures for the taking, and Im so over being the beggar

California, Im a thorn amongst the weeds. Empty houses and the same broken keys
But with every new leaf, I always find myself beneath, and Im no better than the beggar.