On My Way/Exodus

strapped down and i'm buckled in
got a rusty revolver that clings to my skin
i may not be clever, i may not be wise
but i'm someone you can't deny
bags are packed and i'm out the poor
you can beg to stay but i won't say no more
i've never been better, never so sure 'til i ran out the door

on my way out, time has come now - i am moving on
on my way now, to a new ground - i am moving on

now i'm off running down a dream
but it's never so perfect or quite as it seems
i drank my opinion, gambled my pride
pushing my own life aside
still i never stopped though i new i should
cause a dead-end is somewhere you end up for good
left with my conscience, left for my own, locked up all alone
why can't i let you go?
still, i won't come back, i won't come back no more