Well, everyone's talking 'bout what they know
When tomorrow's where I want to go
And everybody's talking 'bout who's their man
As we're finding our way to the promise land

But things just aren't as they seem to be
And one day you're all locked up
The next day you're free...

And it's dark outside
All alone and it might slide by
But now the king is gone
And here we are Zex Sea
In Aceetobee