*bang*
*awesome guitar*
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
I believe that is a bro rule. When I road tripped a lot with my friends, shot gun was obligated to find quality music that the car would like...also navigate. Back seat was required to pass out snacks. It was serious business.
THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE
LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST
DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE
*awesome guitar*
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say