I tried to cross a bridge today. I tell you man there ain't no way to change. So I paid someone to lead me through. Mapped it out from me to you. In a way, it's cruel.
I know a way out!*. If you catch my drift. Hold it close to your heart. Let's just breath. So just count it off. The worst is over. At worst we standstill.
And when you left this town. You had to change your name. You had to change your face. To hide away the pain. But you run from part to part (?). And take on (?) right back to the start.
When you find out everything you're looking for. All that's left is an empty house with the boarded doors. Note we're sad I'll wait as some it's all I could.
What can only be here. To get to?. I grew up in a town much different than this one. With a language upside down. . So we can't talk about it. You try your best to stay awake.
If I didn't need something only you could offer. You'd be gone from my tongue and mind. I wouldn't even bother with the hope delusion. . The game has changed for me baby.
The white washed fence. Has been stripped bare. You never knew a noble heart in me. . The wool has been shaken off. Revealing claws. You never knew a noble heart in me.
Pick me up. Even if it's just for a while. Breathe in me. Just enough to keep me alive. Your mouth speaks more power. Than any old god of mine. Shine the dim.
Your words and your mind. Are as pretty as the outside of you. Your cheekbone hills hold up a valley. That is filled with sunshine. . You floss your teeth.
Virginia has a dog named Walter. Four states away. Six years in the future. . What can I do. But think of you?. And every soul that gave me time. And thought of me too.
Down below the seasons, hills and snow. The place that I call home. Up above the sunshine, sand and mosquito bugs. The places I dream of. . Here today, pulled a hundred different ways.
With a fumbling tongue. I will ask you. To be the light. That makes my world shine. . Through a fence I will speak. And you will struggle to hear me. And see me the way.
I am fickle just as sure as I am jealous. I am angry over what will never be. When you speak, I take it for fighting chances. Maybe it's best if you just don't speak to me.
Lying on your back. With your eyes closed. An image of a child. With a clean slate. . Sleeping in innocence. You have done no wrong. . You stir in your bed.
To catch your toes on silver. To stumble over gold. To never fear another day. 'Til death carries your ghost. . To see the painter's toil. On a canvas of pale skin.
Where were you when we were running. Through the trees?. Knots untied and feet free. As we ran underneath the redwood trees. . Where have you gone?. What are those weights locked to your ankles?.
Oh great country, shore to shore. From the greatest heights, to the forest floor. I have only images in my mind. And a flame that is burning inside. .
I have shelter, I am free. Water from walls and bread to eat. An engine to take me home. Or anywhere I want to roam. . Love from my friends and family.
At your old church on a Sunday. Sitting quiet and alone. Across the room a young believer. Who'd made those walls his second home. A glance in your direction.
Michigan. It seems that I'm always just passing through. Michigan. This time I think I need something from you. . Give up the wonder that you hold. 'Cause just singing about it is getting old.