Well I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm on my way
It won't be long

And I don't know who will listen
But I'll find a way
To share my song

Everyone's got one don't you know
I know
But where do they all go
Howl at the moon
Lost in the sun


To be continued...

We could've done this so much better
Your ears and heart out of range
So carefully chosen was every letter
Yet I've still come across as strange

The voice rings echos behind the church
Where sin salivates and feeds
Climbing the branches of the old birch
Such height satisfies the needs

Lost in a riddle
Somewhere in the middle
Have I lost my chance
Maybe theres no answer at all

Awoke by a light, bleeding through the blinds.
Falling flush on my face.
I don't mind, though I have for the longest time.
Now the light I embrace.

This is a nice little place.

Turn on my mind, take a guess at the time.
I guess it's a quarter past eight.
Close alright, it's eight o'nine.
Not too early, and too late.

This is a nice little place
This is a nice little place
Walk around these rooms, feeling safe
it's here I deal with the gloom, and find my grace
This is my home
for now, for now, for now.

Oh the road
A lot of hearts left to rot on the road
And some bodies disposed I know
When it shines
It don't stay
very long

All a show
On the stage for the world to see
crying end of the tragedy
Final act
Powerful play

All I see is gray
Say it's be okay
But I don't buy it
Because I'm too high
Then I'm too low

I felt something in the stars
Shining through the roof
They pulled me up to Mars
As if I needed proof
And I set out one candid afternoon
Lost my way, and fell stranded on the moon.

Now I really really really need to find a way back home
Really really really need to find my way back home

Well yeah I just felt trapped
And had myself a cry
Until I just laid back
And just looked up at the sky
And it ain't ever looked like quite this before
And Dorthy yeah we sure ain't in Kansas anymore

Just really really really need to find a way back home
Really really really need to find my back home

I said Hello to Poetry.
It didn't say nothing.
It didn't say nothing.
I guess the words must come from me.
Isn't that something.
Isn't that something.

If you want to know about the road
I can tell you everything
I can tell you what the morning will bring

and If you ask me all about my past
About the wisdom that I've gained
To that I say some things are best left unexplained

and If you want to hear about my world
and if you'll listen avidly
You can escape this evening with me

I can see into my brothers heart.
I can see beneath his skin so dark.
I can see that he's the same as me.
I can see that when I cut he bleeds.
Can't you see that when you cut we bleed?
And sympathy no longer breeds with ease.