Drinking Barrel wash in the shadows... Keeping a park bench warm. I’ve always been hiding from something, But that something never leaves me alone. [Choir Response: Never leaves him alone] “Alone inside my head... Alone inside my room.” Trying to keep under the radar... Trying to get myself back home. Home is wherever you make it... I reckon I’ll just roll like a stone. “Stone inside my heart... Stone behind the moon. They say you made the bed that you lay in... Never been in one long enough to know. I usually just roll with the punches, Usually try to just lay low. “Low inside my soul... Low inside this self-made hole.” Stone inside my heart... Stone behind the moon... [Outro - Slow psychedelic melt] [Sitar-like guitar textures, swirling atmospheres] [Wah-wah guitar fades into tape hiss] [Final warm Brass Hit] [Muffled voices return] [End]
