Hole in the Road

Some things never seem to change
New painted kitchen just looks the same
The pile of papers you meant to arrange, someday......

Sometimes it’s the shame, it’s the long lost pain
It‘s the stone, it’s the whole in the road
Sometimes it’s the light in the window at night
It’s the clear wind to follow you home

And if you ever meant to move and then you find that it’s the mind that
drags you all the way, all the way down
And if you ever meant to move and then you find that it’s the body
drags you all the way, all the way down
Do you live it, do you feel the fall
Do you close your eyes, do you hit the wall
Get a grip on yourself, get a hold on tight
You can follow along or you can go for the ride......

And if you ever meant to move and then you find that it’s the mind that drags you all the way, all the way down
And if you ever meant to move and then you find that it’s the body drags you all the way, all the way down
There’s a light on and it’s warm inside
You can count on me, I’ll be with you tonight

Some things never seem to change
The bottom line, the golden cage
The pile of papers you meant to arrange, someday...

Sometimes it’s the shame, it’s the long lost pain
It’s the stone, it’s the hole in the road
Sometimes it’s the light in the window at night
It’s the clear wind to follow you home

Get a grip on yourself, get a hold on tight
You can follow along, or you can go for the ride...