No Way Out
Kirill Kronrod
June 29th, 2004

Thirty years burning down the road		
Many people around, yet so alone
Path not taken, hesitation's deadly 		
Heart on red line, the engine's tremblin'		

Brown eyes want me out, well, I'm gone
Nerves twisted, inside-out, back on the road
Searching memory lanes, barely looking ahead, 
Still breathing, means - not yet dead

	No way out, no way out of here			
	Day dream's a fuzzy, and darkness is clear
	Mind too strong to quit, yet too tired to go on	     
	Third string's in a pocket, no right, no wrong	     
	One move, and I'm done			                    

Stuck right here, bars and vertical lines
Sky's a square, relic scripts are all lies
It was a good story with a Hollywood ending
Maybe so, cause I'm still standing

Screams at night, whole body's quakin'
Empty streets, pain's gone, only fingers shakin'
Driver's seat feels like an electric chair
Stop and take a deep breath, don't be scared

	No way out, no way out of here			
	Day dream's a fuzzy, and darkness is clear
	Mind too strong to quit, yet too tired to go on	     
	Third string's in a pocket, no right, no wrong	     
	One move, and I'm done				                    

		Where to go? 'Cmon, just stop pretending		
		Every road has beginning, and also dead ending		
		Gettin' tough, when it comes to choices		
		Being trapped 'neath made-up pictures and voices	

Solo

	No way out, no way out of here			
	Day dream's a fuzzy, and darkness is clear
	Mind too strong to quit, yet too tired to go on	    
	Third string's in a pocket, no right, no wrong	    
	
	No way out, no way out of here			
	Day dream's a fuzzy, and darkness is near
	Mind too strong to quit, yet too tired to go on	    
	No right, no wrong, one move, and I'm done	
	... still breathin' - means not yet dead		        


© Kirill Kronrod, 2004