I just watched another year slowly pass me by. Time's winged chariot has surely made me wise. I'm still taking trips to understand my core. I ain't learned nothing yet I didn't know before.

Tune carries my soul like the river carries silt. I'm living in some walls I could only build. Can you catch me when my race is run. Like Icarus I'll probably fly too close to the sun.

CHO- Is this the way, I'm suppose to live. Can I see the signals that the keeper gives. Is this the way I'm suppose to live. Tying things together that don't have any ends.

Now I wander down the road just looking for me. Most the time I find the things I don't want to see. You got to be careful when your living near the bone. That you don't end up growing old and dying all alone.