To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I remember the way that you smiled
If you thought that you were making your way
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
If you thought that you were making your way
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
When the gravity shackles were wild
I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation
'Cause something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
To where the puzzles and pagans lay