I'm falling down the deep divide, I cartwheel crashing side to side
Landing hard I black out into white
I gasp for air peer through the haze,I struggle lifting onto my knees
I'm in a foreign market square at dusk
Looking at the Moondog, I gotta get the boat right, took 45 years
Stealing from a street boy, sleeping in a good book no one really cares
I wish the rain didn't bother me, I'm wetter than the monsoon tree
Shunning, hiding, in the dark alone
I cough an old man's ailing bark, a wedding ring, my only hope
Minarets wear sympathy to doth
Looking at the Moondog, I gotta get the boat right, took 45 years
Stealing from a street boy, sleeping in a good book no one really cares
(Someone says you're killing me)
Ceremonies in the streets, lonely days and breaking feet
An airline ticket to a mountain range, one great expression, of love and age
(No one in their right mind)