Verses:
When the blues start traveling
You strike out for the triggering towns to the North
If the truth is too withering
Don't lie down with her graceless shape forlorn
If the trees in your darkest mind start to flame in the night
You can still try to dream
If the tide is ripping you adrift from a slip
Between raucous and wasted wharves
There's a wavelength where sanity's boatswain can save you
But don't raise your mast in a storm
On the sea, on a darkling night, phosphorescence may soothe you
By the light of the moon
If the grey sky's tainted your days and your thoughts
Seek the light like a graveyard cross
If this old town's pattering prophets enrage you
Take flight like the birds aloft
Drop you seeds on a windy night when the summer's calling
Let the world do it's work
Middle:
Cut away now to your truest face
Don't fade now, it's too late in the day
Take the stage now with your truest visage
You're safe now, you'll be OK
Fall in now with you selfsame drummer
The beating heart that you know
Fall in now with a marching cadence
You know just where to go
You know...
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