Fisheye

Lyrics

Words & music / Andy Robinson

I got to tell you something this much is clear
It's gonna be a fine, fine day when I'm finally out of here
I've had it with my sisters, I've had it with my friends
This town is like a worn, torn magazine that I can't understand

I got nothing but good intentions, no cause to roam
But all I want is to find direction and leave this happy home

I'm sizing up my options, I'm checking out the signs
I want to make a clean, quick break it cuts the healing time
Nothing pulls me backwards, there ain't no fear
I'm looking for the short, sharp, shock to send me sailing out of here

Small towns are like distant voices far away they sound just fine
Up close you can hear the sirens scream inside your mind

I got nothing but good intentions...

Heading over to seaside woods try to make some plans
Walking where the ocean meets the sands
A little thinking can do me good like time that's on my hands
But now I know I gotta go I finally understand

I gotta tell you something, this much is true
It's gonna be a fine, fine day when I'm finally over you
I'm looking for adventure, can't find it here
I'm gonna put the whole damn place behind me up and disappear

Small towns are like distant voices...

I got nothing but good intentions...