Talkin' 'bout the things people do
Not people
People can change while things stay the same
Sometimes the path is hard to see
So we wander off
And there we be
Grip the waves of reality
Slipping away
Unearthing the story
Playing the day
On track in the stream of time
Cosmic mountains we begin to climb
On top of the scene
Living in the dream
Memory dissolves into a common theme
Back to the ways
A bridge in the haze
Chance meeting introduces the next phase
Track circles back from the broken train
Back to the ways of uncertain pain
Sometimes the path is hard to find
So we wander off in the ghettos of the mind
Grip the feeling
Slipping into the past
Still imagine there is something that will last
On track in the cosmic rhyme
A simple journey
We begin to try
On top of the scene
Living in the dream
Memory dissolves into a common theme
Back to the ways
A bridge in the haze
Chance meeting introduces the next phase