I leave the land of the free tommorow to meet a dream I once knew. Check your time, airportman, and bless the the 8.15. He's rolling fast and free and does he not look like me?
Breathing smoke and all empty inside, I left my baby down by the train station. Our love did not follow the course of the sun. But I found new love that rises above the city skyline and sinks behind the turnpike.
Well, come on down now Mr.Pilot, come on and seal my fate. My father raised me to find my way. Now I am going to find my state of Grace. I went walking down the edges of my city to the paper man and the Holy land.
With no Tamil, I came and no money left a stain on their estate hands. I do not know how some people do it. They just walk away and they do not look back. Because under my father's river in a tunnel of love, my Grandfather's ghost is still cutting the carpet grass.
Last night I had a dream of forgiveness. We were walking on sacred ground and a light fell from Heaven with a promise that all lost things are someday to be found.
