If you look just through the mist in front it’s there it’s small but you can just see itn-See whatnYou can just see it through there just look a bit more carefullyn-Yeah but there's like nothing therenAnd that’s cuz your looking out my window look out your own window mannnFloat backnnIt’s gonna be a long walk home and I’m just a stone’s throw from a telephone tone nYou can tell from the groan it’s engaged throw the phone in a ragenRip the yellow paper page like a poemnWatch me show’ em say the lips to the mountains wide hips nSmiling like a crisis before applying like thisnKeep calm let the mist take you by its blind visionnWalk slowly don’t bother with the offers to be drivennThere ain’t nothing like living stay cunning fight systemsnKeep running write riddens speak something like missionsnDon't sleep but if you do then dream freaky bright thrillsnSteal souls like television listen if you willnFill her up drill it out spill your beans like a journal nStill the scenes never certain with my verbal in reversalnGet immersed in your words create verse and wake upnA long walk a short day and no place to stay stucknWith the mind not fully made up but up and goingnIn a time when a rookie gets cut for not glowingnOpen trips throwing ship it’s whatever way possiblenIt's gonna be a long walk home but not optionalnnnIts gonna be a long walk back I never asked for directions now I’m guessing which tracknThere many and the maps like a riddle with a trap nI collapse in the quick sand its gripping like sapnIsolated and exhilarated biting off a chunk of a cloudnThrow the scrapes to the crowds open mouthsnAs it drops hear ‘em shout watch the doubt fade awaynWhile all pals find the minutes in the day to conversatenAs opposed to conglomerate we operated our intellectual propertiesnAnd act beyond rhetorical philosophy another moon another odyssey nWith clipped wings an anomaly on instinct hanging on to thin stringnLaughing at your lip sync sinking for success it’s a long road I think you need a restnCatch a breath yells the city to the soul but death ears were to coldnSo fresh beers were sold cheap to the questions unsolvednAnd the page folds easily the hero failed dismally the crowd applaud decentlynAnd they hear of no conspiracy the advice is to rich for me delivered by clonesnI reject it and keep going on the long road homennnThere ain’t nothing like livingnSpeak something like missions