I been drifting along in the same stale old shoes 
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind 
If you thought that you were making your way 
To where the puzzles and pagans lay 
Put it together: It's a strange invitation 
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones 
And we will rise in the cool of the evening 
I remember the way that you smiled 
When the gravity shackles were wild 
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning 
I been drifting along in the same stale old shoes 
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind 
If you thought that you were making your way 
To where the puzzles and pagans lay 
Put it together: It's a strange invitation  |