All of the buildings, all of those cars Were once just a dream In somebody's head. - Peter Gabriel

You can blow out a candle But you can't blow out a fire Once the flames begin to catch The wind will blow it higher

The place where I come from is a small town.
They think so small;
They use small words
-But not me.
I'm smarter than that.
I worked it out.
I've been stretching my mouth
To let those big words come right out.

Don't talk back;
Just drive the car.
Shut your mouth;
I know what you are.
Don't say nothing;
Keep your hands on the wheel.
Don't turn around;
This is for real.
Digging in the dirt.
Stay with me, I need support.
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt.
Open up the places I got hurt.