Two failed trips and a broken transmission
It all leads to Norman
A milk crate in a brushy creek, green and tarnished
It all leads to Norman
A man in a trench, face down among the artillery scars
His name was Norman, strip his magazines and grenades
Under a bridge over the Canadian river, among the broken glass and burnt tents
It all leads to Norman
Walking in sand that smells of piss, dodging needles and bullet casings
Norman, Norman, Norman
Drunk on the street among the locust step of smiling faces
Norman is crying in the streetlights
Norman is trying to find us
Norman is bleeding in loud silence
Cramped hotel rooms and bags full of trash
Trying to gain footing before the next crash
It all leads to Norman