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.

My life is too sad to live alone with it / inside these four walls / it will slowly overcome me in the end / I need to frighten the hell out of it / and whip it down the streets / lead it bleeding in the alley / and sprawled out beneath the bleacher seats / my life is quiet but it’s a killer / so I’ve got to keep it in check / I’ve got to get it / before it gets me / so I can never let it know / just what to expect.

To be a broken mirror is to reflect / a thousand different shards of light / and you never really know where you belong / and you never really know / what is wrong or right / you just lie on the ground in pieces / and you look up at the sky / and you never see what the others see / and you don’t know / the reason why.

Words come down like attending birds / in the middle of the night / when I’m sitting there alone / far away from any home / and far away from any friend / the words come down to me again / and make sense of the desolate night / what the world has done wrong / they begin to do right / words come down like attending birds / in the middle of the desolate night / what the world has done wrong / they begin to do right / what the world has done wrong / they begin to do right.