Lyric

I walk the tangled trace

I work the angles for an ace

Watch the clock’s encroaching face that’s

Nothing to chasten me

Oh city fix and city fall

Licks the money off the wall

Fails to notice me at all it’s

Nothing to nail on me

Soft, now, draw love around

Feel your existence run free

Being here is coming home

Let the stillness be

Force on the fevered pace

To standardize the human race -

Their technological disgrace has

Nothing to clone from me

Old Mammon knows the score

Keeps them clamouring for more…

Hush my love and close the door there’s

Nothing out there for me

Soft, now, draw love round

Feel your existence run free

Being here is coming home

Let the stillness be

Soft, now, draw love round

Feel your existence run free

Being here is coming home

Let the stillness be

Soft, now, draw love round

Being here is coming home