Drifting along back and forth in between
The awake, the aware and the essence of insight.
Through the transparent causes conditioning choice,
Through the winding of walkways I wonder into a communal room...
Where a girl walks up to me and says she's half-angel
and the answers are found in the tears of the dead
and there's more than one way to get back to the garden.
There's more than one way to get back to the home we don't know.

I don't wanna be...I don't wanna be...
I don't wanna become the ghost of a lonely dream.

There once was a man who just lived to do business.
One day on his way home while awaiting the train...
As he bent to to tie his shoe he noticed a little shiny coin
Laying on the tracks just awaiting his grasp
And he goes with such mission that he can't even hear
all the shouts and the whistles that beckon him back
Now the clash of commitments comes down on the question...
Is it always so noble to die for your deeds?

I don't wanna be...I don't wanna be...
I don't wanna become the ghost of a lonely dream.