I can hear my voice complaining, I been talking to myself and it seems like there's nobody else who can see my situation, help me with my heavy load and it feels like I'm going to explode in flames all over the sky - just like the 4th of July well they've taken my donation, but they say they're still not sure that they're gonna find a cure
See my mind was getting cluttered up with things that never mattered it was time to leave thinking alone now I don't keep my concentration fixed on anything too long my only thought is drifting on cos there's a red glare blinding my eyes - just like the 4th of July well I'll pay my debt to science, but I'm defaulting on my loans come and take my skin and bones
Since I lost my destination and forgot my way back home I been waiting for a sign to come when you're ready Lord, I'm able for to join you at the table cos I been chillin' with the chosen ones and talking 'bout spinning wheels in the sky - just like the 4th of July to the promised land I'm coming, somewhere on along this road somewhere on along this road...
Compositor: David Christopher Murray ECAD: Obra #5635616