Climbing over a barbed wire fence
I leave a little bit behind
Maybe it's just a small piece
But it's no longer mine
Am I changing or losing control
Am I changing Silver to gold
You know I've got too many worries too many to think about
But I can meditate on things
That's the best way to sort it out
I've been staying up way too late
Living vampire hours
In the dark there's a burning light
We can cook it if and figure it out
Woke up on the banks of a river
Shivering all alone
Walking home in the driving rain
I knew that bird had flown
No more searching for false treasures
Digging a dead man's hole
For each day I have taken for granted and to that I must atone