…And Nothing but the Truth

Riding low on the southbound winds
Trying to find your place within
While you watch out for the watcher
and his music machine
Once again you’re bout to borrow form the devil
afraid you got something to lose
Color-in all of the pages, baby
and hide from the depths of your blues
Riding low on the southbound winds
Trying to find my place within
Everywhere I hide away
I can feel it wheelin’ me in
Sing my songs about loving
to the music in the machine
So you placed your bet on god to win
better hang on baby, someone’s digging in
Wanna turn me,
Your salvation’s desire
Always watch out for the watcher
and who’s the who in the I for you
Hit your goals got your back so clean
everything seems so pristine
So you placed your bet on god to win
better hang on baby, someone’s digging in
Wanna turn me,
Your salvation’s desire
Wanna burn me,
another lie catching fire
Once again you’re 'bout to borrow form the devil
afraid you got something to lose
Color-in all of the pages, baby
and hide from the depths of your blues
Don’t you know I’m the survivor?
Can you see me?
Whatever you might desire