Every ten minutes you’re pulling up stakes
You can hear the silly sound you can’t help but make
As you’re tossed to the side and your heart starts to break
The pain’s in the rain; the sadness of rain
All of life comes forth through pain and the rain
What’s left are answers scattered strange on the floor;
By the door; in the house you don’t live anymore
You can’t even tell what you’re staying there for
You feel weird and ignored and angry and raw
And you limp like a lion with a thorn in its paw
You obsess and believe there’s some way to settle the score
Whatever; what for?
You stand on the land as it leads to the shore
Stare at the ocean like you stared at the door
So many millions of times before
Scared to walk inside
Run, sonny, run — go run and hide
You’re an alien now — pathetic and poor
You can feel a hot tear start to move down your cheek
It pokes fun with a finger and its calling you weak
Where is this thing I want, this thing I seek?
Why is everything so sad and hopeless and bleak?
Am I just a moment, just a small grain of sand
Just a man with no plan on a large piece of land
Obscured by the scenery and a 12 piece brass band
That plays the parade and the game and charade
What became of the love I once lovingly made
And so freely and vividly once gave away?
Where is my vision and where is my passion
What drawer is all of my belongings now stashed in
My faith has been smashed in
My chips are all cashed in
What am I looking at or looking for?
There ain’t a soul in this world who is trying to find you
You don’t need a keeper or someone to mind you
The Kingdom of heaven is living inside you