I Don't Know, Alamo

Written by Jacob Keplinger

“Do you feel alive?”
That’s what the man, Alamo, said to me
Well I feel alright
Just like a boy like me would try to be

He said
“You’re working that nine-to-five
And that’s fine
You’ll probably end up with the better life
But I’m gettin’ that four-wheel-drive
From mine
What kind of man just puts a dream aside?”

And he said
"Kid, you’ll be walkin’ ‘round at my funeral
You’ll still be doin’ what you are being told
You’re burying your head right in the snow”
I don’t know, I don’t know, Alamo
“Just take another week, take another year
I can tell that you’re not really thinking clear
If this is what you want, then make it so”
I don’t know, I don’t know, Alamo
I don’t know, I don’t know, Alamo
I don’t know, I don’t know
Where to go, make it so, Alamo

What’s in your mind
Well it's something I can see but can’t describe
And I know it’s right
But is it right for me?
I can’t decide

Cuz I’m working that nine-to-five
And that’s fine
But maybe there exists a better life
Cuz I’m missing that four-wheel-drive
That’s right
I’m waking up to this for the first time

But I’m not waking up for a funeral
I’m finished doing what I was bein’ told
I’m looking all around for another show
I don’t know, I don’t know, where to go
It’s something of a dream that I’d ever quit
But I’m not runnin’ round for another bit
I’m ready just to shine, can I make it so?
I don’t know, I don’t know, Alamo
I don’t know, I don’t know, Alamo
I don’t know, I don’t know, Alamo
I don’t know, I don’t know
Where to go, make it so, Alamo

Well I made a choice
To find some peace of mind within the noise
And I hear your voice
But for the words, you know I can’t rejoice

Cuz I’m sick of that nine-to-five
So goodbye
I’m walkin’ out that door into my life
Out lookin’ with four-wheel drive
That’s right
I’m walkin’ up this hill just one more time

But I’m not walking up to a funeral
I’m living to the M roman numeral
I’m saving up my luck, gonna make it so
I don’t know, I don’t know, Alamo
You shouldn’t have to lie just to make a point
Nobody’s gonna die, hate to disappoint
Now look who’s got their head down in the snow?
I don’t know, I don’t know, Alamo