Scattered thoughts through my mind,

starts the planets rewind.

Got my suitcase in hand and I'm feeling quite fine.

Crossing deserts of sand, damn this dastardly land.

Tearing through my composure, reburning the brand.

Should i walk down the tracks?

Unmistakable creaks, that have splintered my life,

bringing forth what i lack?

Or fall to my knees, shouting curses and sleaze.

Will you end all this silence? I'm begging you please..

Now the vultures surround as i rise from the ground.

Dust the sand off my clothes, hark, the silence be-sound.

Still i walk down the line, eyes eternally blind...

Got my suitcase in hand and I'm feeling quite fine...