WITHOUT RINGS
Someone's hiding out
who can't forget about
the things that people do when they're free.
Like visitors from space
it's hard to find a place
to blend in and go unrecognized.
I'm waiting for a sign
I'm standing on the road
with my mind outstretched to you.
I'm picking something up
I'm letting something go
like a dog I'm fetching this to you.
Pictures in my mind
Row of poppy fields
Harmony entwined
A changing gear that grinds
Pictures in my mind.
Pictures in my brain
Electrical energy
Fighting drugs with pain
There's a war inside
Pictures in my brain.
I'm looking for a job
I don't know what I'm doing
My software's not compatible with you.
But this I can't deny
I know that you can fly
Cause I'm here on the ground without you.
Angel without wings
Owner without things
Sharpshooter without rings ...around you.
The road we used to ride
Together side by side
Has flowers pushing through the dotted line.