Gotta fight, gotta strike. 'Cause there's no turning away. From what you don't want to know. Gotta see, gotta be. If they're all going astray. Don't let them take you in tow.
We're here where the daylight begins. The fog on the streetlight slowly thins. Water on water's the way. The safety of shoreline fading away. . Sail your sea.
It's desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears. Hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears. That I was born in North Carolina.
And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets. So crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning.. . What will happen in the evening in the forest with the weasel.
Do you curse where you come from,. Do you swear in the night. Will it mean much to you. If I treat you right.. Do you like what you're doing,. Would you do it some more.