Clear off a space in the meadow
Let the weary have their rest
Six roads and all of them winding
Six roads and all of them blessed
If talking makes it true then there will be no sleep til' morning
You cannot walk away without telling one more lie
Down here we put up defenses
Safe enough for a while, I think
Spotlight comes sooner or later
Who will be the first to blink
The penalty for placing blame is a prison lined with mirrors
Easier to leave it all behind then to somehow find the key
Been spinning 'round been losing ground been spinning 'round froever
Maybe get it back, maybe take it back, maybe get it back tonight