Lines - Weedeater

I want to be free from the noise of the grind

So I live on the outskirts of the back of my mind

With a strong hand a songman and God on my side

I’m writing that freedom a line at a time

On the highway to nowhere that runs through my mind

A yellow line stretches out into the night

Broken in places it’s my guiding light

So I’m writing that freedom a line at a time

I’m walking a fine line between wrong and right

I can live with the problems of this day and time

Consider me lucky cause I’ll be all right

In my mind I’m having a beautiful life

I’m lost in the feelings of this heart of mine

In search of the border of infinite time

And I find peace of mind in the songs and their rhymes

So I’m writing my freedom a line at a time