You see a lot of doors, but they're doors to nowhere
Always wondering what's out there
Peeking out behind the tree
Limping through the darkened streets
Pulling the curtain shut on me
I wonder what's out there
Limp through these dirty old streets
I wonder what's out there
I'd like to get me a piece
I wonder what's out there
Limp through these dirty old streets
I wonder what's out there
Like to get me a piece
Always wondering what's out there
Blurry photo from far away
Black corner, all unexplained
Empty town in the middle of the Southwest
Out there
I wonder what's out there
Limp through these dirty old streets
I wonder what's out there
I'd like to get me a piece
I wonder what's out there
Limp through these dirty old streets
I wonder what's out there
Like to get me a piece
A witch turns me into a horse and rides me all over the countryside
High beams on the highway
Something in the basement below
Pale face in the window
Old hearse in the driveway
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