Straight Lines
Cutting through your ancient mind
Time to cut the chord
To find your own light
Tonight there's no need to fight
About your pain, you'll always be
Blind
Traveling peace of mind
Drifting mate I'll meet again
Some time
In the right place
It will all work out so high
We might explore each other's chains
We'll explore each other's graves
You'll always be
Blind
I hope that you'll find
Your traveling peace of mind