A thin wall of confusion
Between you and them
While the getaway car speeds away
Along a distant mountain highway at night
Across the buttes and the plains
Like no crow ever flew
The herd is on the move
Ancient words vanish into the turquoise
Better not seen or heard
Exudes a warning or primal aroma of comfort
Through the forest to twitching noses
Or into our watering eyes
Rings through the trees
Like ghosts without a chance
Bullied by the wind
Grows stronger behind the school
Got one? Need one?
Can I bum one?
Hey pass that around
If ya got 'em, well, you know what to do
How do I look? How do I feel?
What kind of pressure?
I'm quittin' today...
No really, this is it
Still there when the party's over
Lurking when the party begins
Though the foundation's left standing
When the sun finally comes up
Top secret, confidential, classified
The last word of any gun
The damage is done
Now what do we do?
Rises above everything
Without even thinking
It's born that way
My way or the high... way
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