Hey
I never thought I'd find
under layers of regret
the recognition of the time
before the boundaries were set
when the pages were left blank
the gold's still buried in the soil
and you could've made a lot of noise
with no connection to the past
Do you wonder just what happened to
all the desire to carry on
without knowing where you are going?
Now it's flavour of the month
with all the expectations met
before they strike a single chord
you can't predict what you will get
Hey
Steal the blueprints and the maps
step the spade into the ground
strip the gold under the soil
let's take a claim to the sound
Do you wonder just what happened to
all the desire to carry on
without knowing where you are going?