We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape.

Every step of the way, we walk the line

Your days are numbered, so are mine

Time is piling up, we struggle and we scrape

We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape

City's just a jungle, more games to play

Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away

I was raised in the country, I been working in the town

I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

Got nothing for you, I had nothing before

I don't even have anything for myself anymore

Sky full of fire, Pain pouring down

Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around

All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime

Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme

Only one thing I did wrong

Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

The one place I go to escape reality is here. In the heart of my town, in the middle of nowhere.

(Photographer: Markus Orlien)

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