I've walked the distance, I paid my dues and
tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real, held no appeal
I've been to places,
I've seen the tidings,
I bought
a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
And so I came to gaze upon the stars,
when they were yet unborn
And consequently,
tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn
So
when I'm crying alone
Yeah,
when I'm cold as a dying stone
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the
colors of sky and rain
Teach me to
speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again