From inside I fly,
led by a beam of light shining from my eye,
green and alive it takes me home tonight,
I float on soft hands and searching smiles across a sea of shadows called ministers and prophets of the wild,
a silent tidal wave of every dream and curse I speed across so rapidly into a star about to burst,
I die again in love with every part of some cosmic disarray,
in the shape of a beating heart.

What are u thinking coming back here again?
you know they don't open the tears for just anyone here,
beside the steel surfaces and sterile white rooms,
the creaking wheels and bleached air,
the brain burns brighter here with padding on every inch so you can have fun with it,
don't go chasing that rabbit don't go running those wheels in your eyes again
they look like little hollow moon surfaces,
I picked up your heart-felt wishes as they melted from your face,
I locked them in my soul so I could keep them safe,
I'm running into time and breaking all my strings,
I can't afford new ones, I can't afford anything,
I'm lonely now just like I've always been and it hasn’t gotten any easier to show new people in,
they laugh at the dog and try to kick in the ribs,
alleys feel like home and demons like friends,
where is this again? What day am I in?

Horse hog beatle eatin mad hair spinning wandering Druid in rags and rage from some untold war,
sweat and secrets in the dust of a sleeve,
the shadows tell of souls that fell and are held in bags, the trophies of the dead,
grim times grim place, a stain, a beard, a violent gleam in an honest eye,
flying eyes with wings that carry we I to salvation known to be see-through truths,
step out of the alley and we call attention to the rips in pockets,
loose girls, loose change, loose lips lose everything,
I will not return, I will not be held,
I will not be judged by sawdust filled domes resting on water bags like rotting fruit still on the vine,
it's almost like the sunshine could be brought down and called mine, again,
every time I see that smile I dance a hundred times on the grave,
my ultimate dream slave,
my body calls once and I move on,
I'm always moving on towards another drawn dawn,
another card burnt into the table,
straying is my way of saying this is real, this is done before my feet hit the ground,
why should I rush the fun of coming undone?
Of sliding down to run up and hang a crow on my brown burnt brimmed hat and sit on a fence watching Him play a tune and learn to lose as He leads those lambs to their doom,
spitin and listenin to that mad burglar spinnin old brews that sleeps the jury and the suits and the brats that cry morning dew on my shoulder,
who says that the road is long? It's just a little dusty and walked on!
Tappin my way to the sky, tappin my way to some sunny day in your eyes, baby blue eyes I can't help but smile, you can't blame me if I smile.