Feel the pull, feel the swing, ain't no value. 'til you treasure it. Feel the pull, feel the swing, ain't no value. 'til you treasure it. . Tread carefully, leave no tracks behind.
Back to back. The president cracks. There's no power left. In the old white shack. . It's the same. . New Washington. Red button. One push. And the whole world is gone.
When a dream survives the longest night. and the vision takes a hold. when a breath inspires it's a sign of life. you're the string and I'm the bow. Jump in the flow.
Cold and lonely as I sit across from reigning kings. Theses days are empty and it feels like this one was written about me. Because as she wandered I felt like I was wandering too.