Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
When all the smoke was clearing out
Oh yeah, I was on my own
I ain't coming home to you
I was born to roam the streets
Yeah
They say a man lives in chains but he is born free
He's born free
I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside
Oh baby, I gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
The days been growing stranger
I been holding up fists of rage and I need a change
But you been getting lazy this time
I got you dead to rights and I'm ready to fight
I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside
Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
Sheer Mag - Travelin' On Lyrics
Sheer Mag - Travelin' On Lyrics
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Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
When all the smoke was clearing out
Oh yeah, I was on my own
I ain't coming home to you
I was born to roam the streets
Yeah
They say a man lives in chains but he is born free
He's born free
I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside
Oh baby, I gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
The days been growing stranger
I been holding up fists of rage and I need a change
But you been getting lazy this time
I got you dead to rights and I'm ready to fight
I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside
Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
When all the smoke was clearing out
Oh yeah, I was on my own
I ain't coming home to you
I was born to roam the streets
Yeah
They say a man lives in chains but he is born free
He's born free
I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside
Oh baby, I gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
The days been growing stranger
I been holding up fists of rage and I need a change
But you been getting lazy this time
I got you dead to rights and I'm ready to fight
I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside
Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
Writer: Christina Marie Halladay, Hart Seely, Kyle Seely, Matt Palmer
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Performed By: Sheer Mag
Length: 3:21
Written by: Christina Marie Halladay, Hart Seely, Kyle Seely, Matt Palmer