The tide announces resignation early
Little pieces in the sand I swore I'd never see again
When the water makes its move and leaves me thirsty
I'll do everything I can to reel my bottles in
Dry spell, must travel
The careful planning quickly comes unraveled
Sittin' high up in my saddle
Surrounded by the callousness of gravel
It's more than I can handle
Can you help me handle
Where should I go?
Which direction is most promisin'?
You promised me protection
Be it a road, or question
I'm always hoping for a divine intervention
I learned my lesson in Tacoma Night Terror
I wanna go home
I take myself to task
I work in earnest
But everything I make takes but a minute to decay
More doubt than benefit, I fled the circus
And I almost got away but something scared me back again
Night time intrusions,
Seems like my dreams and destiny are in collusion
I try to wake up, but nothin' doin'
It's hard to navigate in my confusion
Has everything thus far been an illusion?
Where should I go?
Which direction is most promisin'?
You promised me protection
Be it a road, or question
I'm always hoping for a divine intervention
I learned my lesson, in Tacoma
Night Terror
I wanna go home
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