(Verse). . Why's everyone still singing about California?. . Haven't we heard enough about the Golden State?. . I guess if you like sandy beaches and blue ocean water.
Sorrowing man, look how worn you've become,. You once were Lord of the baron sea. There's blood on our hands, in this perfect madness,. you're living on borrowed time.
Do I have nothing good left to say. Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints. People love to drink their troubles away. Sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way.
Ten thousand times I will scream. over and over until you notice me. until my voice breaks. and all this heartache. . ten thousand times I will scream.
If I was a simple man,. Would we still walk hand in hand?. And if I suddenly went blind,. Would you still look in my eyes?. What happens when I grow old?.
Last night I dreamt that they dropped a bomb. Oh the sea ran dry and the winds had calmed. Skyscrapers fell, they all turned to dust,. Their skeletons of steel were covered in rust.
And I awoke. Only to find my lungs empty. And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing. And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be.
I get so distracted. By some peoples reactions. That I don't see my own faults. For what they are. For what they are. . At times so self destructive. With no intent on moulding.
So, now you're not there. But your ghost still burns in the air. Finally above us the waves have come. To take you away. . And with this song, I'll say goodbye.
You can try to fight this all you want,. but I won't be there when you're all alone.. This disease will bring with it signs of hope.. You can leave me waiting by the phone..
So go on. And I will refrain. And I'll keep on running this never ending race. And maybe next time will be the right time. And maybe next time will be your time.
There's a murder of crows,. Flying high over head,. On this desolate road,. Well I tend to forget,. About you and I,. And I'll fight to survive. Through this thunderous life..
I know I have earned it. But most days I don't feel like I deserve this. To the victim go the spoils. Through this Mortal Coil. Oh how the years have been so kind to me.
Down in Nowhere, Texas. Along the highway forty-five. There's ghostly stretch of road. Where it's hard to stay alive. . South, towards Galveston. Young girl stayed disappeared.
O' sister,. What's wrong with your mind?. You used to be, so strong and stable.. . My sister, What made you fall from grace?. I'm sorry that I, was not there to catch you..
I've got too much in front of me. And not enough left behind. I've got too much in front of me. I didn't leave enough behind. . I can hear the devil whisper.
You're the Northern Wind. Sending shivers down my spine. You're like fallen leaves. In an autumn night. . You're the lullaby. Singing me to sleep. You are the other half.
I keep my sacrament stories from my youth. That I've told before. Conversations with myself. Have become such a bore. Struggling to find the rhythm. In these blues of mine.
Can you imagine all the homes abandoned and all alone?. With no one left to care for them, wilting in moss.. The paint is peeling off the walls.. The corners are filled up with dust..
There is a map of the world. it lies upon my weary face. Each line representing a mile I have traveled from place to place. The colors are fading, the edges are tattered.