He fled to the hills some years ago
Left the old ghosts behind
Bought a one-way ticket to start a brand new life
It got so bad
But here i can make it
I can teach myself to survive
He wrestles all night with his memory
Sees flashes of his former life
But turns over writes them off as a synapse misfire
Struck out alone into the wild, like a man exiled
Slept in the bitter cold but after a while
He built a new home up a mile high, but never did say goodbye
Under the falling snow he swore he wouldn't make the same mistake twice