Wander the Tracks

You and your white coat are stained.
Inject a haze in my brain.
The healer boasts he's insane.
Retire to the sun hail and rain.

There's no more to your windows than the pain.
I'd clip the wings you'd leave the dead out in the rain.

Maralyn you hold the smoke under my eyes.
In this church notes are dry.
DO you hear the pitch of her bent cry.
Save her face for the Diamond eye.

Everybody's different and I guess I'll be the same.
But drag me as I'm screaming I won't walk out in the rain.

Its three AM and the rain is falling.
Its three AM and the rain is falling.
Its three AM and the rain calling.
Its three AM and the rain is calling.

But don't you fall. You won't come back.
Its all the same. From Blue to black.
Wander the tracks and all that seems to gain,
Is knowledge of the paths, acceptance of the stains.

Its three AM and the rain is falling.
Its three AM and the rain is falling.
Its three AM and the rain calling.
Its three AM and the rain is calling.