The Path

Born in the year of OxyContin

Raised in the tall grass

Teen millionaire having nightmares from the camera flash

Now I'm alone on a windswept island

Caught in the complex divorce of the seasons

Won't take the call if it's the label or the radio

Ahh

Ahh

Arm in a cast at the museum gala

Fork in my purse to take home to my mother

Supermodels all dancing 'round a pharaoh's tomb

Now if you're looking for a savior, well that's not me

You need someone to take your pain for you?

Well, that's not me

'Cause we're all broken and sad

Where arе the dreams that we had?

Can't find thе dreams that we had

Ah, ah, ah

Let's hope the sun will show us the path

Let's hope the sun will show us the path

Ah, ah, ah

I just hope the sun will show us the path

Savior is not me

I just hope the sun will show us the path

Savior is not me

I just hope the sun will show us the path

Path, path