To be honest we never get along
We seldom ever see eye to eye...

It's all we've been given
From The Maker up above...

We can't see it but still assume it's there
Yet we chase after it to get our fair share...

Look far beyond the distant edges
Of those jam-packed starry skies...

I can see behind your stained eyes
That they're holding back a storm...

They're mixed emotions
Heated to a boil...

Always think things through
Ponder a little while...

My ticket is in hand
For the best show in town...

When my short-lived Vacation is over
My precious time under the Sun is done...

Live free or die
In the land of enchantment...

To the lady so dear to me
Yet so far away...

The now docile hillside is speckled with remnants
Of weathered skin tones of diluted mixtures...