I met an old man dying on a train.
No more destination. No more pain.
He said one thing before I graduate.
Never let your fear decide your fate.

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...

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

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

Mango
High on the tree she grows
Mango
Too high for me I suppose
In all of her colors: Orange, gold, green, red
Let it go, fade away instead

Mango
Safe in her leathery skin
Mango
I never knew how to begin
But one thing in common, as I sink my teeth
We both hide the sunshine underneath

Can't hear no sour talkin
You were always sweet to me
When I grow tired of walking
I have a sit beneath the mango tree

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.

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.