When you're in my head, I can't get you out.
And I can't get high - not any more.
Wake up too late. Leave too early. Hit the streets.
People don't know what to think.
A rose-coloured view doesn't help me find my way.
All these trees and streetlights are blending.
A stone's throw from a fall - if I decided to call you out on all the advantages of living without mercy.
Escape from a ghost town only to find yourself in the hospital
Treated with careless medication.
Seems like we fared better just trying out the impossible
And all creation will be our unmaking.
As I go down in history - this wide open mystery
Take a page from my book and float it down the river.
Steel rolls by - one for the ages.
Hope and gravity cling to the edge as the air flows out of me.
You walk with Jesus or walk alone
And if you hang up on me, do it softly, on the microphone.
I wandered a ghost town while you were down in the hospital in suspended animation.
Once in a while I get the feeling that we're unstoppable - and everything is right until we roll
Into the station.