Lyrics

When I was a baby I could feel what I believed
But I could not articulate the phantoms in the breeze
And I came home to find another way
But by the time I turned my mind
The way had turned away

And everyone I thought I knew
I could not recognize
And I became a phantom in the breeze
But in disguise

Now Jesus was a friend of mine until I was a man
And that was when the dogma and the karma hit the fan
So I left home to find another way
But by the dusk and by the dawn
The night devours the day

And every bite I took would leave
The taste but not the meal
And I became a heart that beat
To think but not to feel

Now I am home to find another way
And I will spin the wheel of zen…
...to be or not to be

And every resurrection is
The world without the end
And every new direction is
The place where you begin