the highways have gone blind
the streets have cried
and the flood washed it all out
the tide came in and took my life away
and as it flowed away I said goodbye
because nature knows
it's way back
the town has been sleeping for days
and I don't know what to do
it's part of this self-discovery
I'm going through
the town has been sleeping
the people have been sleeping
my life has been sleeping
for days
or years
(who can tell the difference?
how can we know that this town isn't dead?)