in search of a new voice

you burnt all your lyrics

and flew to a new town

"one of the has beens"

that was your phrase

but what about show-biz?

that way that way that way

in my appartment

six white horses

wood turns electric

inspired by shadows

driven by tears

you won't rest, till you're back on the boards

that way that way that way

or nothing at all

I hear it's cold now

the worst one on record

hope that you keep warm

I guess I'll be leaving

now is the best time

on the Atlantic we'll all climb

that way that way that way

or nothing at all

it's only time away