Patrick Irby - Bathroom Theory's lyrics

Suspended in time and lost in a void my road has taken me places and i've left parts of myself in strange corners lost in a corn Field imprisoned in the high plains My words come to me in the weirdest of forms like takein a sh** and writing on used toilet paper out on some strange highway the wind finding you in any hiding place it's not where you get but the miles on the way the faces, the places it's not them either nor the ground nor the stars from the boxcar it's not that fool God it's the steps