Wednesday, September 29, 2004

On my Mind

The inside is calling
And I cannot resist
It's telling me everything
The inside is calling
And I'm falling asleep
Behind the wheel
Of my motorvehicle
To which truth will I awake?

I'm coming inside
Palms out, arms up
You have nothing to fear
I just want to know
What its like to be you.

Outside its raining
And I'm never coming back
I've turned from the past
And embraced the future
Blind as a bat

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