Fork in the Road

In the dark of cell block 93
Four hours north of Portland's where they found me
So far away from the place that I know best
Broken down, looking towards the west

Lift my eyes to the morning sun
Haven't felt like this since I got on the run
With a waxing moon and a waning wick
I'm out of time, I guess, she finally got her kicks

But you can't stop me now

Lost my mind to the mountain time
Lost my mind to the sand
Lost my self to this wretched place
With no time on my hands
You can't beat me senseless
But soon it will be spring
And April showers bring maybes and flowers
To preserve my memory
You killed me but not my dream

I've been in these four walls now for god knows how long
I used to keep track but the chalk lines are gone
I've been told I'm a menace and there's hate in my voice
Do you think I'd be here if I had a choice?
I'm not ashamed of what I am
I'm a poor boy with survival and blood on my hands
And I'm running out of places to go
Running out of places to go
Running out of places to go
Running out of places to go

Running out of places to go
Running out of places to go
We've come to this fork in the road
So brace yourself, I'm never coming home

I'm never coming home