Large fingers pushing paint...You're God and you got big hands.Colors blend... the challenges you give, man. Seek my part, devote myself.My small self like a book amongst the many on a shelf. Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise.Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't.Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live.Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel.Sometimes I speak of nothing at all.Sometimes I reach to myself, dear God.

Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart?Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got? I get the words and then I get to thinkingI don't wanna think, I wanna feelHow do I feel? How do I? If you're the only one, will I never be enough, yeahHail, hail the lucky onesI refer to those in love, yeah Oh, how I'd love you till the day I die... and beyondAre we going to the same place? If so, can I come? It's egg rolling, thick and heavyAll the past we carryOh, I could be newYou under-estimate me If you're the only one, will I never be enough, yeahHail, hail the lucky onesI refer to those in love, yeah I sometimes realize I could only be as good as you'll let meAre you woman enough to be my man? Bandaged hand in hand Black liningOn the run in a race that can't be won, yeah Oh, hail, hail the lucky onesI refer to those in love, yeah If you're my only oneSo good, you, only oneI want to be your oneEnough, you won, your one, your one

Up here in my tree, yeah.Newspapers matter not to me, yeah.No more crowbars to my head, yeah.I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeah. Wave to all my friends, yeah.They don't seem to notice me, no.All their eyes trained on the street, yo, oh.Sidewalks, cigarettes, and scenes... tempted. Up here so high I start to shake.Up here so high the sky I scrape. I'm so high I hold just one breath here within my chest, just like innocence. Eddie's down in his home.Oh, the blue sky, it's his home.Eddie's blue sky home.Oh, the blue sky, it's his home. I remember when, yeah,I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.Let's say knowledge is a tree, yeah.It's growing up just like me, yeah. I'm so light, the wind he shakes.I'm so high, the sky I scrape.I'm so light I hold just one breath and go back to my nest, sleep with innocence. Up here so high, the boughs they break.Up here so high, the sky I scrape.Had my eyes peeled both wide open,And I got a glimpse of my innocence.Got back my inner sense.Baby, got it, still got it.

Come to send, not condescendTranscendental consequenceIs to transcend where we areWho are we, who we areTrampled moss on your soulChanges all, you're apartSeen it all, not at allCan't defend, fucked up, man Take me for a ride before we leaveCircumstance, clapping handsDriving winds, happenstanceOff the track, in the mudThat's the moss in the aforementioned verse Just a little time, before we leaveStoplight plays its partSo I would say you've got a partWhat's your part? Who you areYou are who, who you are

Don't it make you smile?Don't it make you smile?When the sun don't shine? (Shine at all...)Don't it make you smile? Don't it make you smile?Don't it make me smile?When the sun don't shine, it don't shine at all.Don't it make me smile? I miss you already... I miss you always.I miss you already... I miss you all day.This is how I feel.. I miss you already... I miss you always.Three crooked hearts and swirls all around... I miss you all day. Three crooked hearts and swirls all around, yeah.Don't it make you smile?Don't it make you smile?Three crooked hearts and swirls all around.

Know a man, his face seems pulled and tenseLike he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest windsSo I approach with tact, suggest that he should relaxBut he's always moving much too fast Said he'll see me on the flipside of this trip he's taken for a rideHe's been taking too much onThere he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes, there he goes He's yet to come back, but I've seen his pictureIt doesn't look the same up on the rack, we go way back And I wonder about his insidesIt's like his thoughts are too big for his sizeHe's been taken where? Where, I don't knowOff he goes with his perfectly unkept hope, there he goes And now I rub my eyes, for he has returnedSeems my preconceptions are what should've been burnedFor he still smiles, and he's still strongNothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit that has grown And now he's home and we're laughing like we always didMy same old, same old friend Until a quarter-to-ten, I saw the strain creep inHe seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next Before his first step... he is off again

Seen it happen to a couple of friends.See it happen and the message it sends.Taking off for what's an obvious fall.Just to see what all the fuss is about. It's not your way.Not your way.It's not your way. Another habit says it's in love with you.Another habit says it's love's overdue.Another habit like an unwanted friend.I'm so happy with my righteous self. It's not your way.Not your way.It's not your way. Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.I never thought you'd... never thought you'd...Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.I never thought you'd... never never thought you'd... Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Speaking as a child of the 90's... Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.I never thought you... Never thought you.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.Never thought you'd habit.I never thought you... Never never thought you. Never... Never me. Never you. Never me.

Watched from the window with a red mosquito,I was not allowed to leave the room.I saw the sun go down, and now it's comin' up,Somewhere in the time between. I was bitten, must have been the devil,He was just payin' me a little visit,A-reminding me of his presence,Lettin' me know he's a-waitin' for me... Red man's your neighbor, call it behavior,While you're climbing up slippery hills,Two steps ahead of him, punctures in your neck,Hoverin' just above your bed...Hoverin' just above your bed... I was bitten, must have been the devil,He was just payin' me a little visit,A-reminding me of his presence,Lettin' me know he's a-waitin', he's a-waitin' for me. If I had known then what I know now...

Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home.I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb.I'll make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone.Stopped at the supermarket people stare like I'm a dog. I'm going to Lukin's.I've got a spot at Lukin's.I knocked the door at Lukin's.Open the fridge. Now I know life is worth. I found the key but I return to find an open door.Some fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son.I find my wife, I call the cops, this days work's never done.The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun.

Do you see the way that tree bends?Does it inspire?Leaning out to catch the sun's rays.A lesson to be applied.Are you getting something out of this all-encompassing trip? You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh.Or you can come to terms and realize,You're the only one who can't forgive yourself, oh.Makes much more sense to live in the present tense. Have you ideas on how this life ends?Checked your hands and studied the lines.Have you ever believed that the road ahead ascends off into the light?Seems that needlessly it's getting harderTo find an approach and a way to live.Are we getting something out of this all-encompassing trip? You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh.Or you can come to terms and realize,You're the only one who can't forgive yourself, oh.Makes much more sense to live in the present tense.