These Four Walls
words and music by Jackson Rohm

I got a gypsy’s soul and I can’t sit still
I tried to settle down, but I know I never will
In this concrete jungle, you never see the stars
The neon signs and window blinds are more like prison bars

These four walls feel like they’re closing in
I get a little stir crazy every now and then
Just put your hand in mine, we’ll leave this town behind
These four walls, they’ll never keep us in

So pack your things, let’s hit the road
I don’t care where, any way the wind blows
Find some place we’ve never been before
There’s a great bi world right outside that door

These four walls feel like they’re closing in
I get a little stir crazy every now and then
Just put your hand in mine, we’ll leave this town behind
These four walls, they’ll never keep us in

We could drive up to Canada, and carve our initials in a tree
Or we could fly to California, sleep on a blanket by the sea
Just put those keys in the ignition, and drop it into gear
Throw that map out the window, rip of the rearview mirror

These four walls feel like they’re closing in
I get a little stir crazy every now and then
Just put your hand in mine, we’ll leave this town behind
These four walls, they’ll never keep us in
These four walls, these four walls