Of course the road which is unknown leads you right to her arms She was there before you even knew where it was at Now with the winter hours melting away as the summer obeys Only one master only the one commander The dripping wet sprinkles itself on the hair of young children Fire caught in a bottle burning the hands of anyone who may dare Silence now while she is gone the one that brought me in the morning light She prays for her salvation and her serenity For fear of it actually never really being Pour the soul of your loved one in every cup made of mud These lies that you hide will soon be revealed Tanning and scorching your now soft hide These words worm their way out of these broken fingers Too fast for you and and too fast for the one who stands there Naked and blue How was it that we never even saw how blind we truly were? I remember the moments in between the seconds Where we laughed at the absurdity of us between the blankets That thoughts form from our minds eye as the capital cities were beginning to burn Soft were her eyes wide but closed somewhere deep inside How can I enter into that place? What tool do I need to see your true face? Can it be with the pen, the song, the lyric, the painting that none want to see? You were with him but I saw you looking at me How true we are when we are faced with the truth without question Without remorse Dust on my jacket mud on my shoe, what o' what are we to do? The sky cries as horns honk the night drifts as the boats rock in their docks Our care has no name has no future and has no past We are here now without any kind of twisted lesson plan Rock west as I rock east the south is some kind of rotten beast Smile to show the clown underneath that rotten frown If I could only show you I ain't that bad I ain't always so sad Lonesome lady let me take you away Away from the fast and busy city always in full sway We grin for we feel no sin the lights here are always so bright Lets vanish far away where the sea is quiet and the woods rest vibrant Clear heart release the flood gate that grips hate No reason to stay here and have another warm bitter beer Rambling mumbling blues somewhere late around the time of noon Love around here comes on late I'll be crying if it doesn't come around here soon