Silence is scarce
Freedom is farce
Gratitude is gone
Latitude is so far gone
Reason is rusty
Lamplight is dim
Mankind is tiring
Cosmos is clearing up late tonight
Running around in the backwoods at night
A stir in the world will bring peace to the soul
Washing the color off into the sea
Bringing back a misty portrait of time
Why don't you do what you like
Why do people ask so many questions
Stop and think about moving along
Creativity is not what it seems
Bridges burning are an end to a means
Stop and think about moving along
Running around in the backwoods at night
A stir in the world will bring peace to the soul
Washing the color off into the sea
Bringing back a misty portrait of time