Somewhere Beautiful - Sean McConnell

Looking down at the strip from my hotel room

It must be a full moon, cause their all out tonight

All the insecure boys in their muscle cars

Young girls in their pushup bras under neon lights

They come here for freedom, freedom from anything

And for miles and miles down this road, you can hear them sing

With their voices, and their engines, and their pounding radios

It seems like round here, no one knows

No one knows that there’s more

Beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets

Take my hand and let me pull you

Out of the blindness of your weary soul

To somewhere beautiful

To somewhere beautiful

Is there any way to learn from what you’ve been told

Or do you really have to hold the experience

Cause you can hear me now, and come out clean

Trust me, I could spare you the consequence

I can tell by your eyes, that there ain’t no getting through

Cause you’re hell bent on doing exactly what you’ve gotta do

So welcome to a long line of sinners and saints

Is there anyone around here who ain’t

Don’t you know that there’s more

Beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets

Take my hand, and let me pull you

Out of the blindness of your weary soul

To somewhere beautiful

To somewhere beautiful

Don’t you know that there’s more

Beyond these dead skies and all these filthy streets

So take my hand, let me pull you

Out of the blindness of your weary soul

To somewhere beautiful

To somewhere beautiful

Yeah, to somewhere beautiful…