Outatime
Chasing Dreams: A Homestead Tale of Redemption and Reflection
Lyrics
Let’s build a homestead, 20 acres down in Mexico Where no one goes…
The desire to establish a home on a 20-acre land in Mexico, secluded from others.
You and I can hang up our six shooter souls, and grow old
The idea of settling down together, leaving behind a previous way of life symbolized by "six shooter souls" (wild, adventurous lifestyle).
Let’s keep running, fast till our legs give out For somewhere to settle down
The continuous pursuit of a place to finally call home, even if it means pushing oneself until exhaustion.
Cuz we’ve got nothing left in the dirty south, No time to fuck around
Having nothing remaining in their previous environment (the dirty south) and feeling the urgency to act without wasting time.
What we’re running from, we can only run for now
The idea that they're currently fleeing from something, but at this moment, running away is the only feasible action.
Well Mississippi gave me all my pride
Reflecting on gaining pride from Mississippi, a place that contributed significantly to their identity.
Thought I would never die
A feeling of invincibility or immortality due to past experiences.
Learned my lessons, living in a single-wide by the river side
Learning valuable life lessons while residing in a mobile home by the riverside.
where the fast women, found I was faster than them, I have regrets….
Regrets associated with interactions with fast women and perhaps a sense of being too quick to engage in certain relationships.
So I’ve been running, fast till my legs give out For somewhere to settle down
The narrator's personal experience of relentless running in search of a settling place, mirroring the earlier mentioned desire.
I’ve got nothing left in this haunted house
A feeling of emptiness or having exhausted all possibilities in their current situation or environment.
No time to fuck around
A sense of urgency, not having time to waste frivolously.
Cuz What I’m running from, I can only run for now
The acknowledgment that, for now, they can only keep running from whatever they're escaping.
So when my time comes, and all that I’ve done is judged, Will it be enough
Contemplation of life's end and wondering if their actions and choices will be enough when judged.
Will they come for me or the man I was,
Questioning whether their actions or their true self will be held accountable when judgment comes.
Does it matter much
Reflecting on the significance or relevance of this judgment in the grand scheme of things.
Cuz there’s no running from, time when it’s all out
The acknowledgment that one cannot escape the passage of time and its inevitable end.
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