maybe i had lied when i said i was ok

Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace

I guess I'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse

What's crushed is my spirit


 Oh I fear it is too fragile

Like fall leaves burn like paper

Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals

Spend all my time amongst the animals
And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea
To be amongst the animals