| With progress comes problems
|
| With wisdom comes age
|
| With lessons come learning
|
| And pleasure comes with pain
|
| You can only have the sunshine after the rain
|
| I took a walk
|
| It got me thinking
|
| Left foot, right foot
|
| Smiling, blinking
|
| Breathe out, breathe in
|
| Somehow linking
|
| My soul to my mind and my heart to my mouth
|
| Lost and the found and the north to the south
|
| And the corners to the circle in my mind
|
| We may find that the gate has been locked
|
| When we come back down to what we really are
|
| Retrace the footprints off the path that is lost
|
| It’s like trying to find a needle in the dark
|
| My hands they are empty
|
| But they are clean
|
| I’m poor but I’m healthy
|
| I’m halfway between
|
| The gutter and the skyline
|
| So I took a walk to the land’s end
|
| Thinking ‘bout an ex-girlfriend that I had
|
| And the pages that I’ve turned
|
| And it seems to me
|
| That we all love the chase
|
| But once we’re caught we feel encased
|
| Behind bars of love and trust
|
| Uprooted by drunken lust
|
| By people, people just like us
|
| People, people just like us
|
| You may find that the gate has been locked
|
| When we come back down to what we really are
|
| Retrace the footprints off the path that’s been lost
|
| It’s like trying to find a needle in the dark
|
| So I took a walk to the station
|
| Lost in my imagination
|
| Having private conversations with myself
|
| And I’m just stumbling ‘round
|
| And I wait for the sound
|
| Of this crumbling town to come tumbling down
|
| People say I’m just bummin' around
|
| But I’ve had both my ears to the ground
|
| To the ground
|
| To the ground |