It goes... Catalina, Arcata, Florence, Amsterdam, Rome

Mumbai, Dehli, Guatemala, London hole, I call you home

La Crosse, Morris, Minneap, SF, Madison St. Louis

Bus, train, plane, cargo van go!

(Hook)

You should lay with me

(I gotta go)

You won’t ever find me

(I dig that hole)

Bat cave entrance flying

(You gotta know)

The path and the timing

(Lost long ago) x2

(Verse)

Sandbags, the same weight as statues

hang flags, a game I will surpass you

slash through, lattitude, my mind masters that

flack in pack only on my back for naps

Mice still on that track you

Were old before souls, closing no doors

So the aged enter new bodies, fill new holes

trying to wake dormant spirits, water so cold

travel to find an example, live as shown

(Hook)

You should lay with me

(I gotta go)

You won’t ever find me

(I dig that hole)

Bat cave entrance flying

(You gotta know)

The path and the timing

(Lost long ago) x2

(Verse)

And I’ve always felt that grip

since cinge liquid to existence

as if I ever believed in it

But still the ring finger burning something mischievous

mission, slip a disc in, for the discussion mixture

In this scene I’m such a fixture

rolling in your face til this instant dispersed

to relay to a time prior to scripture, mind will eclipse ya

not sure my allegiance, where I fall in 15 yet

Sip lean, get wet, not in this set yet

Still Mom’s alert on some fret fret

stress head, trial vets, but Mom, this isn’t that

Mind shiek palace, which I feed calloused

just to keep balance, color seek pallete

with a desire to seem famished, turn to a green planet

love to those that been at it, some of my movements seem frantic

G-dammit, I took this plane, let’s see if I can land it

What was I handed? how did I handle?

A bunch of chances, kept ‘em lit like a candle

One two advances, Arson to vandal

Hopeless romantic, flames I fan those

Scoping the loathing panic, on the double zero channel

(Hook)

You should lay with me

(I gotta go)

You won’t ever find me

(I dig that hole)

Bat cave entrance flying

(You gotta know)

The path and the timing

(Lost long ago) x2

(Verse)

Sound is blaring in the mind

found a canary in the mine (dead)

can’t see it’s fairly intertwined

just flush ‘em down with wine (meds)

At it this whole time, right foot left

Never guaranteed where these shoes step

Got a new lesson on how our own view mess

Got no patience for those that “don’t do stress”

I build a nest, that’s best, where I am

If I need to rest, I can sleep, where I stand

Trying to spread my soul across a fettered land

Distributed, history shows I’m a better man

You should lay with me

(I gotta go)

You won’t ever find me

(I dig that hole)

Bat cave entrance flying

(You gotta know)

The path and the timing

(Lost long ago) x2