Fog on the head and quickly it spreads, down through your fingers and toes.

Clarity of thought is somewhere caught in a place that nobody knows.

Caught in a haze of uncertainty's gaze and tempted by a touch of hell.

And breaking my back on some old fool's track,

Listening to Time will Tell.

There isn't really anything left to do, but to wander back home.

So go ahead and take a leap of faith, because all roads lead to Rome.

Seven years and a whole lot of beers, tangled into one hell of a knot.

Ways to justify pages of alibis about something that was long forgot.

And these paper walls, how quickly they fall, into a pile of ash.

Then a sweep of the broom, black heart and doom,

Bag and sack straight to the trash.

CHORUS

I had a dream I was falling at an incredible speed.

My mind didn't wake and my body did shake when I landed on my hands and knees.

A little roughed up, but I'm tough enough, to have survived the squeeze.

Will it's time to throw down, turn it around, slip into the party with ease.

Always a reason like the changing seasons that chapters open and close.

Some sort of song drifting along down through your fingers and toes.

Some say it's a healing way to leave it all behind.

We're looking with you to make it through for some sort of peace of mind.