St. Augustine's Road

I don't want to try to get excited
about the motion of my life changing
and my mind flipping
home alone, again
at three in the afternoon
paralyzed in cold silent sunrise
with nowhere to go
nothing to say
I used to know where I could find myself
in the thick of the wood
in the top of a tree
but I'm lost now
gonna spend some time
since my own mind did little but harm me
home alone, again
at three in the afternoon
paralyzed in cold silent sunrise
with nowhere to go
nothing to say
and you're being punished
for things you've never done wrong
madness comes knocking
you answer in song
and you're being punished
for things you've never done wrong
madness comes knocking
you answer in song