The words flow Decisions made Idea's mine But the inspiration not Dreams of hangers-on Dreams of getting well Spells of esmeralda Amarose fortold Splinters in the eye Sentiments remain Bones are never asked Where are we going to It was never up to me And yet I pushed until it broke I love the open road And all that it suggests Wheelwagon dust Weeds and infidelities And always swore our love Never questioned why In a wooden house Immovable and silent And drinking strawberry wine Forever lost in town And through the sleeping streets Nightbound and heavy Wheels in a spoke Just a spoken foreign sound Know my gates are high My friends even higher Forgotten in my mind Yet the scars still lingering Cloud the blue skies I'm jealous of you birds Was the only truth In a world full of words Hear the prairie sound In a friend called Neil The heart is pointed down But my spirit pointed up His voice the siren Of greek mythology I pause with my pen I begin to defend Every action taken Every moment sealed When i was quick It coursed through open veins The will to live The urgency to move Behind a panel door Sealing cherry stain I played my guitar And lived those lonesome notes Like a dog that's down In a corner just aside Waiting to be called Waiting to be yours Ghosts of a machine Without purpose or will I'll often speak of you But the you was always me Cause when i speak of me It's me I ask of you So let there be no truth Just trickery in rhymes Time the only thing Waiting still is d**h I hope for resolution Pray one defining moment Pause without restraint Barren without child A child is who I was A child is who I'll die A child is who I'll die Soot in my hair And stars in my hands Soot in my hair And stars in my hands Soot in my hair And stars in my hands