The View From Below

Every time I look around, the piles seem to circle me
Nervous thoughts are all that I've got
Life without meaning seems to me to be beautiful
I'm comfortable in my own chaos

I'll put my faith in the lights swirling above
They've more mystery than your God
There's still a spot of hope inside my head to mull over
But I know if God exists then I'm done

And they'll say, you've got to go
You've got to go now, you don't belong here
Now heaven, open up your gates
Come on heaven, open your gates

Until I look frightfully in the eyes of death
Is the casket the final spot?
There's no extending arm to help me along
I only have my mind and that's gone

Is there a place for me on this wrong and wicked world?
I'm like a child who's lost his way home
It's hard enough trying to see the light when
Every time I look around the sun is going down

And they'll say, you've got to go
You've got to go now, you don't belong here
Don't belong here
Now heaven, open up your gates
Come on heaven, open your gates

So, I can see something beautiful
I am ready to come home