Laughing Colors - 10,000 Miles lyrics

We've frowned at the weather And the shoes that are on our feet Take a look at a young boy or a young girl That's got nothing to eat And all wrapped up in the American dream In a house with a white picket fence But the streets are cold, for the lonely souls That's where they pay their rent We don't care about discussion No there's no need to argue Use the concrete as a cushion You'll want someone to talk to 10,000 miles below And I can fly to where I want to go And I can see, I have 10,000 more to go Sometimes when it's raining And the light ain't shining in I don't bother complaining Only God knows where I've been And all tied down in the American dream In a house with a white picket fence But the streets are pain, they remain the same And then..