Honcho

If I told you where I was going
Would you still come and find me?
Or would I just wander blindly
With no miracles to guide me

And if it was colder there
Would you bring a cloak to warm me?
Or a priest to mourn me
And a book to warn me?

If I told you that black was white
Would you still try to reach me
Or would you extend a line
In a effort to teach me?

And I told you I was fine where I am
Would it be a line in the sand?

Hey there, ma
Can you hear your son?
He's been screaming at the top of his lungs

Hey there kid
Well, you've no idea
I just had to pay a couple guys off
Take some things from you
To help and cover the cost

You said a lot that never was true
Took what I got but I can't blame you

I'll fight it
I'll fight it
I'll use my hands no knives and no guns

Looked in the safe
Beneath the plates
Under my bed
Inside my head
Looked in the safe
Through time and space
Under my bed
Inside my head

Hey there ma
Can you hear me now?
I've been screaming in a giant microphone

Hey there kid
Your head's too big
Give up the dream
And point your sails home

I'll fight it
I'll fight it
I'll use my hands no knives and no guns

Here it goes again
I'm down by the side of the road
With a hole in my head
Quite unsure if I am dead
Could you please stop the bleeding
And pull out all the remaining lead?

Walking down a familiar street
I am struck with a blow to the left
That makes me drop to my knees

No one round for me to get up and chase
‘Cause I waited ‘til I wasn't aware
And punched myself in the face

So is there anywhere that we can go
When in comes rushing in
Someone we don't know
Yeah, is there anywhere that we can go

Fighting back
Just ends up making me tired
Maybe I should replace myself
With this imposter of mine

So is there anywhere that we can go
When in comes rushing in
Someone we don't know
Yeah, is there anywhere that we can go

The side of the road
Is not where you go
When you're stuck in the desert
And your water it is running low

The canyon below
Is calling your name
And the dust it is pulling
All the color from your heart and veins

Washed by maroon and grey

Sweet dried up sea
I can't believe
The moon is similar to thee
But here it's easier to breathe

Oh burning sun
You are the one
That boiled depths
To make them none
A bony, lifeless memory

The sight of the road
Is easy to see
When blacktop sits upon a mass
of succulent things

And now you're a snake
A snake in the road
And the groove of the desert
Has a better place for you to go

Sweet dried up sea
I can't believe
The moon is similar to thee
But here it's easier to breathe

Oh burning sun
You are the one
That boiled depths
To make them none
A bony, lifeless memory

How big can an ego get
When the fuel don't feed the fire?
My pain is the same as your pain
You have glass and I have eyes

Tell me am I running away
From running my own life
Yeah, I could bang a drum all day
But that don't mean that it's right?

Who's waiting for you?
Come on in
Come on inside
And it'll be fine