The Call Of The Flow

Back in the game

Back in the game

Always the blues

Always the same

Nothing to lose

And nothing to gain

Just a scalpel in hand and a heart that's inflamed

I was believing that I could find heaven

But I was deceiving myself and behaving

Like I was the one that was in need of saving

Now hold it now

Just hold it now

Don't be holding out

Don't be hoarding now

Ok

It was a mask, I was really creating

The image of Gods in my mind and just making

A path for myself that then could be mistaken for fate

It's not fate

It's just one of the infinite roads that I'd taken of late

And the sun

It go low, it go low

It's alright

Don't you know?

Tonight

I let go, I let go, I let go

To the call of the flow

Back in the game

Back in the ring

It ain't the blues, it's the way that I am

I got to sing

It's all of the same

Just a shovel in hand and a heart and no name

I used to think I exist in a plane that I

Have some control of by means of recording my

Emotion and thought of a self that I called me by

I don't know why, I don't know why

Looking back on it now, guess it seems rather simplified

But it was a mask, I was really obsessed

With a version of self that I longed to possess

And to walk in a pathos of self, and exist in a shape

There's no shape

It's just one of the infinite forms that I've taken of late

And the sun

It go low, it go low

It's alright

Don't you know?

And tonight

I let go, I let go

To the call of the flow

Yes, tonight

I let go, I let go, I let go

To the call of the flow

Now, I go where winters go

Before the final spring

And I will play the Weaver's song

Upon this broken string

And don't you cry for me, my love

As long as I can sing

And the sun

It go low, it go low

It's alright

Don't you know?

Because tonight

I let go, I let go, I let go

To the call of the flow