Jahwe

I traveled far away
From walls of pomp and laughter
And there were songs I saved
For days so rainy after
And so I stranded here
A place to find my afterglow
And where the lines are bad
You're only made to laugh alone

But from where I stand
It's a pouring place
If I only could
I would stop the flood

Yeah, the wind will change
All the goodies gone
Yeah, the sounds will change
It's a well-done job
And we'll wander on
In a soft parade
If the flood it goes
It'll all be paid, all be paid for

I'll travel on sometime
But they won't follow me
And saved up some pent-up
And not a page I gotta turn