Is it any wonder there are people
I left my home in the church

I left my home in the suburbs to wander
My windshield fell like falling stars
I did it all for my dreams and the star
Be consigned to a fate of obsolescence
And I paid my respects to my fellow rejects
And decline, so I'll take the chance again
I first left my home when I was seventeen
But I tended to wander alone like I was listening
Well, it's no surprise to me
That I followed fell from the periphery
It's kind of like losing your mind
And the Mockingbird is my friend when he sings

To the words of a song, whispered soft and low
The impractibility of my life
The moon behind the clouds is ill-defined
And I've often considered

I got lost so many times but I could not
Begging on the street for salvation from poverty?
My old tune and I'll wish you good morning
the street lights slipping down

It's kind of like dancing

Down a dark country road
And beg for salvation from some divinity
A song in the warm midnight wind, I'll follow