Broadest road that i can travel i am drawn by what i see spirit living deep inside me is fighting to be free
i'm a homeless man who's trying (and i do not have a home yet) find a place to lay his head find some comfort in this journey (just another taste of pleasure) at least before i'm dead
there she is inside, waiting on another chance to make it right there she waits until, her brokenness can brake her and finally be still
and these sidewalks speak of demons (there are demons all around me) they are stepping on my toes and my head just spins in circles (i can't even stop this movement) round and round it goes
and i've got so many pipers (and i think i hear my song now) leading me right to my death i'm a slave to my indifference (and i'm comfortable in chains now) i'm a corpse with borrowed breath
there she is inside, waiting on another chance to make it right there she waits until, her brokenness can brake her and finally be still
Compositor: William Richard Fitzsimmons ECAD: Obra #6531185