the ride out

The Ride Out

I’m estranged by circumstances

Beyond my control,

Spent my life, oh so futile

Upon my father’s road.

Overheard him talk to strangers

He needs someone to blame,

He’s trying to hide, he’s telling lies,

But can’t communicate.


I been tryin’ tryin’ much too hard,

I don’t hold the ace of spades,

‘Cos I don’t play cards.

I’m seeking to extend my freedom,

Outside of my mind

Drifting on, and vaguely searching

For hope in the Northern Lights.

Oh this house can get you down,

You don’t see too many smiles about,

Something’s gone wrong,

I was hoping to find peace at home

But instead I find I’m on my own

I’m getting’ out – I’m on the ride out.

We need hope and motivation,

To justify the roles,

You and me, we’ve long been playing

Upon this stage alone.

written by: R.Clapton

publisher: Festival Music