I'm far away
I'm in my cell for years
I'm a preacher for freedom, a preacher for light
For a gleam of your eyes
But nothing fills this space
The fallow land, that is my heart
My mind sways back and forth
It's shuffling to our blues
And I'm stumbling through my thoughts
Falling in weak spots
Don't you fire another shot
And nothing fills this space
The fallow land, that is my heart
And I wrote, I wrote this song
To keep me going on
When the tide has gone
The waves are calm and quiet
But my synapsis overload
When the feelings are running riot
When the feelings are running riot
I've been diving, diving down the glas
But nothing, nothing fills this space
And I wrote, I wrote this song
To keep me going on
Keep me going on
And I wrote, I wrote this song
To keep me going on
Keep me going on
Who will let me out?
Who brings them back on track?
Who will let me out?
Let me out!