Isn't that the way
Happens these days
Everyone scoffs
Acts out these plays
Look at the spot
The landscape erases
Past the pastel
Of the wide open spaces
On my own...
Something is trying to get out of me
On my own...
Laying the old and new end to end
Look at the spot
The landscape erases
Past the pastel
Of the wide open spaces
Racing to sell
Simplistic ways
Pacing this hell
At the end of the day
On my own...
Something is trying to get out of me
On my own...
Laying the old and new end to end
These things don't count anymore...
Rays of light as they bend...
I'm dropping a coin on the floor... of the well that doesn't end...