Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday
A different world a new country I found out today
It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a
Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway
Driving on back to my home where the radio's free
Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE
Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road
Every once in a while I just want to explode
The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk
Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk
Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil
Every musician I know they just want to be real
Yeah
All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me
Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free
I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees
Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves
Sinkin deep
Yeah, sinkin deep
Ah-oo lord
Ah-oo lord
sinkin deep
Yeah sinkin
Sinkin deep
