Without Rings

Someone's hiding out

Who can't forget about

Things that people do when they're free.

Like visitors from space

It's hard to find a place

To blend in and go unrecognized.

I'm waiting for a sign

I'm standing on the road

My mind outstretched to you

I'm picking something up

I'm letting something go

Like a dog I'm fetching this for you.

Pictures in my mind

Rows of poppy fields

Harmony entwined

Changing gears that grind

Pictures in my mind.

Pictures in my brain

Electrical energy

Fighting drugs with pain

There's a war inside

Pictures in my brain.

I'm looking for a job

I don't know what I'm doing

My software's not compatible with you.

But this I can't deny

I know that you can fly

'Cause I'm here on the ground without you.

Angel without wings

Owner without things

Sharpshooter without rings around you.

The road we used to ride

Together side by side

Has flowers pushing through the dotted line.