Album: Stone of Sisyphus

The Pull

Summertime came too soon,
summers in Kansas often do.
And the air was still,
I felt the Pull.
I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way.
And I knew I was the first to pass this way.
I believe I step across some line,
or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,
like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
never remembers his name.
Always feel so alone,
wherever I am I feel the pull,
and the life I've left behind the pull.
And in case I have no future, I've got the past
there's no telling just how long this play will last.
I believe I step across some line,
or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
never remembers his name,
never remembers.
I'm down, walking through a storm.
I hear a voice inside, crying,
it calls my name like a judge accusing,
black robe hanging down, whoah,
don't forget be brave about your love.
Well I walk across the murky room,
and there's flashes in my eyes,
I don't know what I'm doin'.
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
never remembers his name.
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
never remembers his name,
never remembers his name,
I never remember my name.