they'll never find us
painting a self portrait
painting ourselves into position
we'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug
my face is pushed against the glass
like a slowest-second-better off and thrown from the horse's back
but i know what i am, is there a trouble with that?
hanging round hallways
trying to get a bird's eye view
little by little (x2)
they bow their heads to pray for friday night
to save their lives and then
they go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten
hanging round hallways
like to feel like we're going somewhere
and the thinner the air becomes
the more we feel at home
the more we feel
i heard her on the phone
she said, you said, had a good day
didn't we? (x3)
and hanging round hallways
like to feel like we're going somewhere
and the thinner the air becomes the more we feel
she said that's entertainment
but he didn't wanna know
he carried the shopping bag
she carried them bothBY MICHAEL MCDONALD
THE WORLD GOES MAD AROUND US
AS I STAND BY AND WATCH YOU SLEEP
IN THE HOPE THAT HARM WON'T FIND US
I PRAY THE LORD OUR SOULS TO KEEP
DOES HE SEE US HERE?
ARE WE PRECIOUS IN HIS SIGHT?
OR ARE WE MERELY DUST ON THIS TINY BALL?
HE HURLED OUT INTO THE NIGHT
SOMEWHERE EAST OF EDEN
FROM THE FIRST TIME THAT WE STUMBLE
WE LEARN THAT NOTHING IS ASSURRED
HOWEVER HOPELESSLY WE TUMBLE
IT'S BY THE GRACE OF GOD THAT WE ENDURE
IF THERE'S SOME BETTER PLACE
FAR FROM ALL THAT'S WRONG
BUT IF GOD IN HIS WISDOM
SAW FIT TO PUT YOU HERE
THEN HERE IS WHERE I BELONG
SOMEWHERE EAST OF EDEN
MAYBE HE LAUGHS IN OUR FACE
BY WAY OF THE COLD HARD FACT
THAT THESE MOMENTS FRAMED IN TIME AND SPACE
ARE THE SAME ONES NOTHING CAN BRING BACK
MAYBE WE EXIST AND WONDER THROUGH THIS WORLD
JUST TO LEAD EACH OTHER HOME
FROM SOMEWHERE EAST OF EDEN