Outside
A
promise in hand is all most ever have
Always
dreaming the taste of fame
Promise
to meet me on the other side of morning
Don’t
mind none if it’s a life of pain
Those
who travel by river learn how it bends
Following
a northern star all the way to its end
A
promise in hand is all most ever have
Never
afraid to taste from fame’s greedy cup
Never
realizing the sex in games
Never
dealt an honest gain
On the
other side of morning
We’ll
sing songs and dance with tides
Outside
of
Who
wail on bound strings of wood guitars
Outside
of
Who
beat drums and wail a tribal cry
Bottles
of whiskey reflecting a fire dance–voodoo trance
All
they dream is for the other side of morning
I wish
you late for the train
Walking
instead – Feet dead tired
Head
racing with the wind
Through
marshland up to