strangers meeting on the wrong path
but going to the same place
I asked what its all about,
this glorifying race

built beneath the soles of ancient people
who call me every night in my dreams
to tell me,
that there was once a light
and that everyday the passes it goes deeper and deeper into
this black cave

for our world is changing in all the wrong ways

I tell you I have been weary for days and days
you called me to tell me it would be okay

I just want to tell you trembling like a leaf in a storm
I laughed and talked about how i just wish I was home
and smelled the stench of fresh cut green grass

with the thought tickling my tongue
I realize that very rare good things last
some go bad
and some are still great


my thoughts are more confused than my words
and I know sometimes I may sound absurd

but forgive me for saying that once I lied and said I never heard what I heard
and that I really am lonely
and that I really dont know what I'm living for