Track 60 Lyrics

I am on 60, making my routines

Maybe sometime soon I can get a handle on things

I am on track 60, I wish I was on 1

Maybe then I could clean out my life without a gun

Without a gun

Without a gun

In 1957 you took me for a ride

On the carousel of heaven, but I never went back because I cried

Oh I am on track 60

And I don't know where I'm going with this

I gotta keep on making my way in the process

In the margins of the mist

Maybe then I can make some things people wanna hear

Or maybe not, but at least I made it

And it saved my life while I was here

Isn't that clear that I need to make things that people might not want

'Cause then maybe once, 'cause then maybe once

People will

People will

People will see me

The true me, not the fake me, and I'll break free

I'll break free

I'll break free

Of what is mine

'Cause I don't know what I am doing every day

And I don't know what I'm even trying to say

But we are all

No we are all

No we are all living in a hell of our own design

Hell of our own design

'Cause we are all living in a hell of our own design

And we are all living in a hell of our own design

We are all living in a hell of our own design

Own design

Break me out

And set me free

And rescue me

Won't you save me?

I know you have the ability

To climb a tree

Hand me the key

Hand me the key