hard rock psychadelic tri
Lyrics
I started over
When the ghosts took over
And started cleaning up the town
I wonder how I got away
When they started taking names
I wonder how my past
Was allowed to slip away
The whisper of the wounded willow
That sleeps beside the path
The stark revealing light
Oh my, how the sun is bright
And as I walk away
From the rules of yesterday
I see the sacred signs
Of nature’s healing time
This path begins
Beyond this ruined street
I, the maker of tomorrow
Have begun to weave a dream
The ghosts started with the mayor
Then the drunkards, then the players
We built a house of cards
And they played with the deck
And the men were carried away
By the arms of yesterday
The cellar door of time
Had simply rotted away
This path begins
Beyond this ruined street
I, the maker of tomorrow
Have begun to weave a dream
Where does it start?
Where do I begin?
Where do I place the first stroke of the brush?