My Own Captain - Handguns

There’s nothing left for me in this sleeping town

I’m leaving tonight and I won’t see you around

I’ll run run until my tires go bald

Clock me out and ignore my calls

I know that you think I’m sinking

The trench I’m digging is growing deep

But I would rather inhale dirt and water

Than let roots grow beneath my feet

On the open road or on the open water

I don’t remember how to get home

All the years wasted, all the time I spent

Hope you get it, hope you comprehend

Sell all my things, burn down my home

We don’t need help because were going alone

I’ll pound my fists until my knuckles bleed

We won’t give in, we won’t admit defeat