Other Countries

There's other countries in the world
I know there must be some
But this state's blocked them all out cold
Start out so good then you recline

There's been talk of getting out of here
But change is not the same of hope
Or words of quitting, getting on with things
You can't quit nothing

We shed the old scales to be sure they don't weigh anything
Like what you're worth and if you're pure
Had it so good, into a decline

Heard you doubt the value of the shore
You know you might be getting near
Words of quitting, getting on with things
You can't quit nothing

When I like awake at night I race the light
I race the light
I race
How I hope to fold my sight
To fold my sight
To fold