Good intentions are always the first stop / on the way to my detention / locked up in a house full of bad vibrations / this is the kind of paradox / that could shatter the nations / try to do good / and get evil in return / it is only the young at heart / that will never learn.

If you’ve ever been around / you’ve probably heard of Struggletown / we call this place our home / because it’s the only place we’ve ever know / we hear of cities afar / where the people have been blessed by a star / but that is not the life that we lead / each day is a desperate day / indeed / one day I’ll soon go down / and dig in the dirt / until I’m safe underground / if no trace of me ever gets found / then you can put the blame / on Struggletown.

There is no animal more dangerous / than the awakened mind / you can try to bind it / but it won’t stay down / you can attempt to dim it / but it will still continue to shine / once you turn it on / you can never turn it off / even a nuclear bomb / cannot compare to the power / that is contained inside of one awakened mind / and there is nothing in this world / that is harder to find.

This is a field of grain / not of human pain / the incinerators stood here in the past / but they weren’t meant to last / what must burn things down / must be burned down / and what must remain / must remain / this is the human heart I speak of / returning like a field of grain / what must burn things down / must be burned down / and what will remain then / will remain / this is the human heart I speak of / still standing like a field of grain.

I happened to hear the echo of waves / bouncing off of them / and returning to the sea / what will be / is not what has been / but it will happen again / just as it has happened before / I stood beneath the roar / of the distant pasts / and the possibilities / and I found myself lost on the shore / not knowing which were my friends / and which were my enemies.

A world of glistening sand / this is the kingdom that I command / each day a battling wind / tell me where will it go / when the gales begin / there was once the mirage of a plan / the motions and dreams that engage a young man / but know I have noticed the shift / and know that my mind is beginning to drift / a world of glistening sand / this is the glass that slipped out of my hand / each day a battling wind / tell me where will I go / once the gales begin.

Looking out across the Salton Sea / there was still something to be / there were still many years ahead / and not so many far behind / sometimes you wish you could just rewind / and find out what might have been / but now all these dead fish line the shore / and there’s no way of ever / reeling them back in.