See the traintracks below gloomy skies.
Billboards and signs, warnings and lies.
Then I see you across the street.
Now I got some reason to get on my feet. Yeah.
I've fallen victim to the outside.
Sometimes feel I'm slippin out my mind.
And then I hear some music how it sings to me.
Yeah not hard to open my eyes and ears and see.
Shadows play on the day. Making
holes in dreams and goals. Always
waking my eyes to apparent
fields of lies. But I've
figured out where all the knots and
bumps lie in my brain. Now all
I have left to do is mop all
that's left there from my rain.
Home grown stoned alone.
My faults straight from the bone I
see now clearly but before I was clueless.
Just in time for my mind to reverse all this damaged mess. Yeah.
Outside I look up high.
Oh what a waste, sinkin, just livin a
lie to myself. On the shelf, dryin up like what I'd inhale.
Finally I can climb, progress into a new film reel.
