Humans, when we write poetry and songs,
try to relate ourselves to nature and all our moms,
but we never once pause to see the inconvinent truth,
that we are not 'like' nature, but part of a whole.

Not similar, but one and the same.
These processes are driving me insane.
Tectonic movements, and tidal currents abound,
chemical reactions, and seasonal migrations across these age old bridges of stone.

Expeditions not into the 'heart of darkness', but into the hearts of men
climbing like vines over rocks, far up to the lonely peaks
where summit celebrates man, and man celebrates life
The only goal I've ever achieved that makes me feel alive
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The grassy floors of the rainshadow are so loud at night
those high alpine ridges are the walls of my house.
And if these walls could talk, my house would be screaming,
and I just want to know the meaning... of it all.
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I'll lock the doors, if you flush the keys
and we can live together in harmony
for the first time since people have been people

I'll get the packs, if you get the car
We can sit up under the billions of stars
And wonder who we are
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I'll get the grub, if you grab the chairs
We can sit up in the clouds and talk about the things we fear

Divorce, obesity, girls and poverty
All functions of this broken society
Except girls, because I'm just scarred of rejection...

But I'm getting better
But I'm getting better

With every word that I sing, I am home on the range
And I'll never leave my home again

With every word that I sing, I go a little less insane
In my brain, in my brain, in my brain

With every word that I sing, I am home on the range
And I'll never leave my home again

And if these walls could talk, my house would be screaming
And I just want to know the meaning
Of it all, of it all
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With every word that I sing I am home on the range
And I'll never be along again