Sideways In The Breeze

Now to the vast pursuit of shadows in the mist
Like drunken revellers that I've kissed
But do not understand
Like fall-lines that sever neighborhoods
Like traffic jams that are idling out into the woods
Further everyday
So am I seeing without eyes?
Am I learning what I lack?
Am I tipping over stones?
Am I walking 'round the bend?
Am I hearing all the things
That I cannot comprehend?
Or am I shifting sideways in the wind?
And how insecurity finds its way into the montonouse grind of day to day
Is a mystery begging hands
Like 800 fires smoking up your mind leaving the taste of burning fire torn by
On the inside of your teeth
So am I seeing without eyes?
Am I learning what I lack?
Am I tipping over stones?
Am I walking 'round the bend?
Am I hearing all the things
That I cannot comprehend?
Or am I shifting sideways in the wind?
And when the unbalanced ghosts of doubt ride up on fancy bikes with colorful lights, chanting rhymes in beige ties
What will we do?
Because you know that they have their way with hundreds of people everyday convincing them of obstacles in the way
That are false and are not true
So am I seeing without eyes?
Am I learning what I lack?
Am I tipping over stones?
Am I walking 'round the bend?
Am I hearing all the things
That I cannot comprehend?
Or am I shifting sideways in the wind?
So am I seeing without eyes?
Am I learning what I lack?
Am I tipping over stones?
Am I walking 'round the bend?
Am I hearing all the things
That I cannot comprehend?
Am I standing on my head?
Am I scabbing up my knees?
Or am I shifting sideways in the breeze?