After all this time
It starts to feel like years inside.
It gets to be just like a day on avalanche,
These words are a slow romance.
I don't believe you would say
Anything to lead me astray.
Three thousand miles from here,
And nothing helps bring it near.
I know you can't understand
My empty hands,
I know, it's times like these,
These things just make you insane.
I'm on the front porch with my bags packed,
And where is my chariot?
I don't need golden wings,
Just something that can make me free.
Everything you say,
It always adds another day.
We are all soldiers with loaded guns
Ready for war.