Come to send, not condescend
Transcendental consequences to transcend...
Where we are...Who are we? Who we are...
Trampled moss on your souls...
Changes all, you're a part...
Seen it all, not at all...
Can't defend the command...
Take me a for a ride before we leave...
Circumstance, clappin' hands...
A-driving winds, happenstance...
Off the track, in the mud...
That's the moss in the aforementioned verse...
...miraculous...and a little...
Just a little time, before we leave...
Stoplight plays its part...
So I would say you've got a part...
What's your part? Who you are
You are who, who you are...
Large fingers pushin' paint...
You're God and you got big hands...
The colors blend...
The challenges you give man...
Seek my part...devote myself...
My small self...like a book amongst the many on a shelf...
Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't
Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live
Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all...
Sometimes I reach to myself, hear God...
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4...
Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense...
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds...
So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax...
But he's always movin' much too fast...
Said he'll see me on the flipside
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been takin' too much on...
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes...
He's yet to come back...but I've seen his picture...
It doesn't look the same up on the racks...
We go way back...
I wonder 'bout his insides...
It's like his thoughts are too big for his size...
He's been taken...where, I don't know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope...
There he goes...
And now I rub my eyes...for he has returned...
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned...
For he still smiles...and he's still strong...
Nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit, that has grown...
And now he's home, and we're laughing, like we always did...
My same old, same old friend...
Until a quarter-to-ten...
I saw the strain creep in...
He seems distracted and I know just what is gonna happen next...
Before his first step...he is off again...
son, she said
have i got a little story for you
what you thought was your daddy
was nothin' but a....
while you were sittin'
home alone at age thirteen
your real daddy was dyin'
sorry you didn't see him
but i'm glad we talked...
i...i...i'm still alive (3x)
oh she walks slowly
across a young man's room
she said i'm ready...for you
i can't remember anything
to this very day
'cept the look...the look...
now i can't see,...i just stare...
i...i...i'm still alive (4x)
is something wrong
she said
of course there is
you're still alive
she said
do i deserve to be
is that the question
and if so,...if so...
who answers?
who answers?
i...i...i'm still alive
i...i...i'm still alive
i...i...i'm still alive
i...i'm still alive
yeah yeah yeah yeah
