And I have no compass, and I have no map.
And I have no reasons, no reasons to get back.
And I have no religion, and I don't know what's what.
And I don't know the limit, the limit of what we got.
Don't worry baby, it'll be alright,
You've got the right shoes to get you through the night.
It's cold outside, but brightly lit.
Skip the subway, let's go to the overground.
Get your head out of the mud, baby.
Put flowers in the mud, baby, overground.
No particular place names, no particular song,
I've been hiding, what am I hiding from?
Don't worry baby, it's gonna be alright.
Uncertainty can be a guiding light.
I hear voices, ridiculous voices.
I'm in the slipstream,
Let's go, let's go overground,
Take your head out of the mud, baby.
She's gonna dream up the world she wants to live in,
She's gonna dream out loud.
Dream out loud.
Dream out loud.