"crash and burn by me..;
Make One Remedy for Me...

25,000 ft. high of the Appalachian Mts.,
down the grapevine...

Hi, my name is John;
'I am long gone with the wind...

'Inside your mattress;
is my post-traumatic stress...

Soul,
gone in the world...

-Under my lone bed,
everything goes to my head...

...'cause in my head...,
where would we go...

Winter;
falling in the mist...

What's the extreme?
rewind what see...

Let me in and let me stay, I'll pray for the weak...
beneath it all, beneath the call, for the call...

All the people bleed together, the stars burn out...
As I burn out the stars, living down every life...

Lone,
Loner so Lonesome...