Detour

Take me to the mountain higher than before

Take me to the fountain and offer me a pour

I've been spinning in the dark here

So please show me the door

Take me to the Cliff's Edge with the Silverlake hipsters

I just drove in from the Badlands on the road just like a drifter

But the canyon of my wandering always echoes with the whispers

Of a life made out of wrong turns and I'm always on a detour

You can find me in the outfield just staring at the clouds

And you can find me in the front row staring straight at the ground

It doesn't matter where I am though, I'm always trying to get out