Captivity - Ben Sollee

The heat of my brain turns the iron bars*

Around me to dust, but when I come to my senses

It’s a winter’s day and

There’s just a little rust

I’m walking through the revolving doors in my mind

But no matter how hard I try

I can’t seem to get out the other side

Cause everywhere I look is looking back…

I’m a holy man in a stained glass cathedral

But when I look in the mirror all I see is

Cinder blocks and stainless steel

I got eight tailored suits waitin' for me

When I get back home

…if I ever get back home

Everywhere I look is looking back to where I’m lookin'

When I get back to where I’m lookin' to go

You can hold me captive for all these things I’ve done

But, I’m quite sure by now this ain’t the only race I’m gonna run

She said she could never forget the look of my eyes

It’s a misfortunate fortune that I’m in here

But at least I’m still alive

I once knew a man who traveled by the whistles' aim

It’s been forty years now and

I just need someone to know my name

I sprint towards freedom, how else would you move that way?

But I ain’t as fast as I used to be and the dogs are catching up

But I’m gonna die either way so I might as well die trying

Everywhere I look is looking back to where I’m lookin'

When I get back to where I’m lookin' to go