In a moment
Walking on my way back home
I though I was being followed
Maybe the blinding mist was clouding my mind
I realized very quickly
That in fact, a man
As well as the stones on this planet
Holds any kind of secret
Black side
White side
Grey's in the middle
Overbearing as only red can be
The long green trail is chasing his dream
I won't tell you how I got this far
Let time shape it
Don't talk to the everyday newspaper reader
When everything is over
We will meet again...
Maybe elsewhere