Filmed by flying bicycle.


they don't take the time to explain
all the riddles and rhymes that they've dis-placed today
still I hope you find your way
through all those mysteries still left unknown
there will never be anywhere that I can call home
society has won
and looking down I miss all that was new
I'm setting sail on my confusion trail...
thorn. door screens. slips over blue jeans.

so i will pack my bags and i will say goodbye
but i won't turn around and you won't see me cry.
That's a different page with tragedy and rage
and ghost stories of yr. old maids....