I wanna get lost with you
Won\'t you take me someplace new
Far from accused
In their eyes
Far from the truth
In thier lies
Far from the views
In thier minds
Far from the moon
In their sky
My oh my
These empty pockets of mine
They don\'t hold a nickel
Or a dime to shine
On my hand lies a life line
A map of where I\'ll be
Deep blue rivers
I will cross
To run in fields of green