[00:11.10]If we were all born with a pylon between our eyes
[00:26.31]Would we notice the grass
[00:33.68]Through metal bars and siren cries?
[00:41.11]I'm running on highways and dust
[00:48.88]I've never been home but I know I must
[00:57.44]If I am a mouth that bit the hand that gave me life
[01:14.31]Then I'll kiss a chord
[01:22.02]Suck from melody, my fertile wife
[01:29.82]I'm having some trouble thinking straight
[01:37.67]To put it in words
[01:41.53]I hate to put it in words
[01:50.10]To long for the lark, a fickle wish, a fleeting wing
[02:22.94]But she won't be caught
[02:29.38]Tethered down, and forced to sing
[02:36.86]I'm having some trouble seeing clear
[02:44.86]I'll never get home I fear
[02:52.89]And I must be left, for a little while, to walk my road
[03:11.72]The ways back are shut now
[03:17.86]And I'll be left to tread alone
[03:25.88]I want to go home
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