about moving on, with a little bit of help.
Lyrics
we could blaze a trail,
and burn each other's bridges,
as we watch our steps
avoiding nails in our feet.
we deserve a rest sleeping under indian moons;
anyway, let's blow this joint.
tripping over dancing shoes in silence.
CHORUS:
but the yellow-brick road is faded and worn,
the golden rule's no more than brass;
both: broken and sold second-hand
to the pawn-shopping king lying naked in the gutter.
stick the pin anywhere,
on the map or in my fingers even;
i'll leave a trail of blood
for you to follow if you want to later:
all the little dots,
and every one a new direction
your heart can follow
with only physical laws to obey.
CHORUS
go on and take a stab;
we've felt enough for now.
CHORUS
go on and take a stab.
we've feld enough for now.
