Help is on it's way
But it will take time
If your visions' gone astray
Well I still have mine
I'm talking to myself
And I don't mind flying
Through windshields glass
And shards of pine
Some caution to the wind
Doh's of my world
Possessions I've amassed
Will soon unfurl
My little metal box
Museum found
Out of the woods
And into town
Motions, Earth move around me
Ocean Tides, Coastline Free