DESCRIPTION:
Kinda shaky in the beginning, but it picks up.

Lyrics:

Did you see the constellation?
It set the mood for exploitation
You know that I fell for every simple move
But in the end it's still my fault

Maybe it's time to change
Time to figure this all out
Looking for something
Looking for something
Maybe it's time to go
Time to hot these open roads
Begging for something
More than change

Did it hurt when they choked on you?
Humiliation leaves a metaphorical bruise (on your skin)
Dead men they weave no lies
But these caskets dug their own graves at night


Maybe it's time to change
Time to figure this all out
Looking for something
Looking for something
Maybe it's time to go
Time to hot these open roads
Begging for something
More than change

When I see a smile on some poor child
I can see potential for hatred in it's eyes
Cause every child grows up in a ditch or in a rut
I pray to God our children do not turn out like us


Maybe it's time to change
Time to figure this all out
Looking for something
Looking for something
Maybe it's time to go
Time to hot these open roads
Begging for something
More than change