By the time he left the city
Through restless streets
Already led astray
A promise faded north-side of the bridge
All these forgotten figures
Carried in his chest
He felt the south wind on his shadow
As the sloping landscape
Picked up speed
Following directions logically
His old familiar voices disagreed
He kept staring out the window
Past the furrows and the grooves below
Way beyond a keen mind
And a broken dream
That a child had left behind
He took the small roads after midnight
A hand above him clearly drew his flight
The sound of changes devilling his soul
It was clear as daylight
That he was nowhere near his goal
He kept staring out the window
Past the furrows and the grooves below
Way beyond a keen mind
And a broken dream
That a child had left behind
He tied a string around his finger
Captured by the sidetracks on parade
He left an urge to break
Their constant waves
In this forgotten garden
Nothing can be saved
