The Rollo Treadway

Kidnapped

This blindfold's pretty tight,
I can't tell if it's day or night.
You know, I don't think
We can get away.
Hey hey hey.

Dear sister, don't despair,
I'm tied behind you in this chair.
If they behave they said
They'd let us go,
I don't know.

We won't be stuck
For the rest of our lives
It's just bad luck.
Help me uncover my eyes
I'm quite sure help is on the way
Sit tight it's just a matter of days.
I promise they won't lay a hand on you.

There must be something wrong,
No food or water for this long.
We'll starve to death
If we don't eat today.
Hey hey hey.

Our fate seems pretty bleak
Since they're allowing us to speak,
We must be miles from where
A soul can hear.

Unless someone's told
There's no way we'll be found.
It's damp and cold.
We must be way underground.
I'm white as chalk and feel so weak
So frightened I can hardly speak
I'm sure they'll find us in a day or two...