The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
Most of the time;
I can't even be sure;
If she was ever with me;
Or if I was with her.
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much;
Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
Because something is happening here;
But you don't know what it is;
Do you, Mister Jones?
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
May you always know the truth;
And see the lights surrounding you.
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
