The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets
Did I have a dream? Or did the dream have me? Did I have a dream? Or did the dream have me? Set off on a night sea journey Without memory or desire Drifting
A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the
It's not a place It's a yearning It's not a race It's a journey It's not an act It's attraction It's not a style It's an action It's a dream for the
Ohh yea yea yeah Ohh ohh yea yeah Yeah ohh Here's a little trap That sometimes catches everyone When today's as far as we can see Faith in bright tomorrows
On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is A slender crescent It's circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine
I wasn't walkin' on water I was standin' on a reef When the tide came near Swept beneath the surface Lost without a trace No hope at all No hope at all
vapor trail In a vapor trail In a vapor trail In a vapor trail In a vapor trail In a vapor trail In a vapor trail In a vapor trail
It's not the heat It's the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street Machine gun images pass Like malice through the looking glass The slack
A wave toward the clearing sky All this time we're talking and sharin' our rational view A billion other voices are spreadin' other news All this time
Like the fly on the wheel, who says "What a lot of dust we're raising" Are you under the illusion That you're part of this scheme? 'Coz it seem like
The way out is the way in The way out is the way in The way out is the way in The way out is the way in Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction
Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding north and west Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those
: Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding North and West Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those
: A waive toward the clearing the sky All this time we're talking and sharing our rational view A billion other voices are spreading other news All
: A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To
: It's not the heat It's the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street Machine gun images pass Like malice through a looking glass The slackjaw
away like an hourglass, grain by grain Swept away like voices in a hurricane In a vapor trail Atmospheric phases make the transitory last Vaporize the
