Born into the human war Though I never really knew what for Swept up by blood flow Born in time, born with tears Born to a million people's fears Born with room to grow Born by a song from a distant shore I floated down to my mother's door She brought me in from the cold Ain't it funny the way change comes creeping up on you Though you are not quite ready for what it has to give? A basket full of doubt sits abandoned by the road side As a pack of a judges feed on it as their death row meal And you learn a young woman's name And the world comes whirling 'round with light years abandoned Keeping a feeling underground and a concept in the sink While your money burns like paper, while you're waiting to feel safer The game is underway but the players are nowhere even near the field They're in the back room discussing the same old grumpy plans I can fly like tiger paper, I can sing like a tattooed whale Got a private elevator and a ship that needs no sails I got many destinations and just as many ways to get there And you want to tell me that it's all the same, but man I'm not as tired as you I've got a royal purple diamond for every wrinkle in your head

Shoes that aren't quite filled and unrequited will Tales of wales and woe Old library books in which nobody looks Dust and age being to show Digging for a way to be whole I am just a mate on the hunt for a soul If you can be my universe, I will be your black hole Two as one, bended knee, so completely You are my new me Is there no greater love, as the edict from above Than that of he who gives his life? A sphere has been defined, enclosing all mankind Crystallized in sacrifice Nothing to do but give yourself away Charity means surrender and faith And piety's epitome has taken my place I am none, I am we, collective glory You are my new me So you thought the answer was waiting in front of your face for you and everyone to read When all the while, the water was raging, and we lost ourselves in a bitter, upset sea And while everyone puts their money down, the wheel just keeps on... Born to be myself, and really no one else Born to be the author of my epic I cannot give a damn if you can't understand I do not care if you cannot accept it

Pure eyes, small feet on which to stand Soft smile, warm cheeks, sugary hands Taken, wasted all on a man Father, drunkard, soul in the sand Does he feel? What does he feel? Is it real? Is the feeling real? Can it heal? Can she be healed? Will it peel? Will this layer peel? Heartache justified, splashing through grief Where will she find freedom, relief? Inside, magnified, sanctuary Climbs out, looks around, discovers peace Does he feel? What does he feel? Is it real? Is the feeling real? Can it heal? Can she be healed? Will it peel? Will this layer peel? Well, the water's fine, jump on in We'll swim like water birds, and then Down deep we'll dive, light will bend To reveal things that had once been hid And any tears we may cry, never reach our chins They just melt into where we swim And we are revived, alive again Build a light house, guide them travelers in Welcome home, my Bonnie Mae

Well, he became a big blank canvas every morning And waking up he began to paint Well, he was the painting and he was the painter And he spoke through colors and through shapes Working into circles, spilling out like wine Some is in your glass and some is on your mind The answers all around you, have you got the time? The world is at your doorstep, they are waiting for a phrase that rhymes And when your protocol confounds you, will you just resign? Or will you dig a little deeper, will you act upon what you find? And when you're bivouacked in no man's land, right up against the edge of time Then you'll feel like I feel and we'll call it a meeting of the minds All I ever really wanted was to play out strong and be free I said I don't need to hurt nobody, I don't need nobody hurtin me Well, now mama, I've been there before, must've been about a million times And I'd rather be cuttin loose and rollin on down the line

Turn off the t.v., 'cause you can't smell the roses They ain't on your front porch no more Someone has made off with your roses The dirt's scattered across the floor Blasting through curtains, shell-shocked, it's worthless I know Beneath the surface purpose lies pure as cold water Shapes that fit together, words that rhyme, will we build a bridge across in time to get back? Is there a resource, is there an idea we lack? The sweet 60 cycles speak softly each second, make syrup of your passive brain So butter your breakfast with something like sulfur and see if it still tastes the same What makes a pawn move and whom does the eagle stare down? And what does wisdom think of those who in crowns strut around? Jack and Ruby ran atop the hill and a stone was aimed two birds to kill, I know When there's a freeze on, fire rings like reason and glows Fragile, how this world can be Raft on a surging sea Ignorance will murder thee Stand up and know you're free Ride the wave as wise and brave As you ever have wanted to be And love's own hands will comfort thee And guide you through eternity

Dog out, dog in T.V. reflection Overflowing Again, weekend Stay warm my friend The stars are coming out again Is high, the wind The end in the beginning is Are we really stuck in These four dimensions? Open expansion Too new to mention Stay warm my friend The stars are coming out again Is high, the wind The end in the beginning is Tonight, it begins...