Traveling Through

Sounds without volume and shadows with form.
Everything feels fine, just askew of the norm.
Wandering through my head; oh, the sights to see:
All my rights and wrongs staring back at me.

I see all my former loves and all my current hates.
I see occasional success and a whole lot of mistakes.
My eyes are closed and my mind is open wide;
Weightlessly, I fall from each tree and fly.

Traveling through the murky backroads of my mind.
Traveling through the murky backroads of my mind.
Who do you think I'll see out on the backroads of my mind?
What do you think I'll find?

The cheshire dog doesn't smile, but silently he coughs.
Everything's familiar, but just a little off.
I see Alice by the mushroom; she's willin' to sing
To the black rabbit whose pocket watch rings.

The hatter calls collect just to ask the time
Of high tea with the knave of hearts, so closer to fine.
In the corner of the garden alone sit me and you.
I read our lips say, "Just traveling through."

Traveling through the murky backroads of my mind.
Traveling through the murky backroads of my mind.
Who do you think I'll see out on the backroads of my mind?
What do you think I'll find?

Sounds begins to creep in; the dark begins to fade.
All my dream decisions are only now half made.
The gray ghost who lingers reminds me of you.
I understand we're both just traveling through.

I think of all the chances I only will half take
In the waking world, when I'm supposedly awake.
I wait for night to come, when me folds into you.
We agree there's more traveling to do.

Traveling through the murky backroads of my mind.
Traveling through the murky backroads of my mind.
Who do you think I'll see out on the backroads of my mind?
What do you think I'll find?



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Daniel Irwin
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