Out of the past
On a moon-jet from out of bound
Try to relax
When my church runs me out of town


Fathom a chance
Too behold what you never knew
I'm coming around
And I won't be leaving


Say you can, say you will
Turn a four-lettered self regret
Hold the hand that holds your fate
But don't let it lead you on


Right or wrong, I lie in the bed I make
On and on, I lie in the bed I make


Needing a shove
To believe in a jagged edge
The sentiment of
A self centered wonder man
I'm coming unglued
Oh I couldn't be more obvious


Say you can, say you knew
Your sincerity bathed in doubt
All you loves and all you knew
Time let it lead you on


Here in the rough
Where a crowd still attracts a crowd
Try to relaxÂ…