I once had dreams, they wanted answers,

I once asked questions, I wanted answers,

For a logical mind I had to know why,

Answers were everything, I had to try.

　

Travel a paper trail in a digital world,

Some invisible trail in a fantasy world,

I saw people, all in a line,

I saw people, they all looked fine.




I was down so quick, I was down so far,

I was down too long, I was down too far.

There was almost exanquination,

There was little explanation.



Those long distance voices, voices of past,

Proved their worth, forever they last,

Ride to redemption,

Bittersweet race for one dog boss.



Thirty two days and most were a blur

Tube in my throat, dream people, soft edges,

Ran downhill, past lots of people, Benson wouldn’t let me back in,

They were real – in my dream.


I find it harder to swallow, easier to chew,

If Benson were here she’d know what to do.

I find it harder to choose, easier to see,

If Benson were here she’d know you from me.


I find it harder to write, easier to cry,

If Benson were here she’d know why,

Ride to redemption,

Bittersweet race for my lost soul.