The Journey

Destination overload, switch the head to thinking mode
Take the train, take the road, to somewhere yet unseen
Stations Café's railway lines, cars & fields & parking fines
Riverboats, ocean liners, planes & clear blue skies

A canvas shelter like a dome, protects us from a howling storm
A sleeping bag so snug & warm, with memories of home
Which way do you go from here, winter comes the snow is near
Protect your thoughts with open arms, find strength within your fears

Across the sea to other lands, cactus trees and desert sands
Surrounded by the large expanse, with nowhere left to hide
Take the Greyhound trust your fate, move around from state to state
Time means nothing never late, a clock that never chimes

Cornfields golden shiny bright, the setting sun the dusk the night
Yet in the stillness there just might, be whispers from the past
Morning comes so real and true, the early bird the morning due
Let nature's hand extend to you, reach out and grasp it tight

The journey starts before we're born, conception isn't all forlorn
On the pages of a book left torn, is here the story ends
Our empty shells absorbed by soil, in vain was all that work and toil
The tempers flared the blood that boiled, so strong within our hearts

Victims of a modern world
When you've got to much of anything
It means nothing much at all