Passing up through the stairs unencumbered ensnared
Through these walls there is nothing left
Only the feeling that I have sorely mistepped
Was there fervor in the cup of nines?
Was there magic all the while inside?
Destiny shouts out loud at the roving crowd
Dead on the Earth and a walking around
Telling me something as I stare far away
The world is a real place with real disgrace
Caught in the whirlwind of evaporation
I took the notes, I took the boats, now I'm floating fast
Knowing now that it will never last
Too hear these voices inside of my head
And these fast faces passing by headed to bed
I'm thinking of their reasons of sizzling in being
Where the streets have no names and the sign posts are twisted
Lost with no dollar signs so I keep on a drifting
Where time has no handle on me, only the body
With the teller handing out bank notes, can't say that she wrote
And the whine of the train whistle taking me home
To a place way back that I no longer know
With heads that seem familiar but are actually not at all
With the creeping wind breaking and I won't make it till Fall
There were ways to win a woman that were elegant and bold
Now there is too much, every minute is being told
We are not supposed to know these things with these tricks
The Man has its magic, to know all is tragic
Saluting in sorrow knowing that I can no longer borrow
Shifting my gaze high towards the cracking yellow sky
A wind roars woefully all the while knowingly
Music moves motoring toward a horizon creaking and showing
To lose a love is to lose a way of life
Hours spent in head bent, knee buckled strife
How have I tossed myself into this place, this mischief?
To belong in a world that has never seemed like home,
I feel inside the guts a twisted and shifted
Low low low these hours do pass by and slow
Help me see the light
Help me be alright