The foggy road unfolds before me
Into the dark tomorrow
Objects blurr by
As we turn into a new direction
Other worlds blow past
Aren't we going fast,now
Stop ourselves from this
Dark field of dispair
A shammin chants in my head
Guilding me to the missing
Temptations bring me back
To the wants already found
I swear this road has broken
But it still grows on forever
Showing dfferent faces
Living lives you will never know
The lights are brighter here
This ride is closing rapidly
And what can I do about it?
Nothing, we're home.
copyright 1998 Lance Blake
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