Let them blow away

Sometimes I feel so lost in transition,
like this whole world is spinning on it's Axel,
upside and inside out,
but my head is turning another direction,
and I find that we have yet to cross that line
between radical and ordinary,
it seems we've found a quiet place to lie,
and she's been sleepin for a long time...far too long.

We have to have our covers blown, and the quiet little
shelters blown away
until our words are so jumbled from being contained so long
that they fly out of our mouths and join the dancing of our
brothers and sisters that are still holding on.

And I feel like there are gaping holes in our eyes,
we fail to see the dirt,
but we get lost in every shiny penny that falls at our feet.
OH cant we loosen our tongues
to sing this song...that can untie our heats and keep us
movin on.

And we have to have our covers blown,
and the quiet little shelters blown away,
until our words are so jumbled from being contained for so long
that they fly our of our mouths
and join the dancing of our brothers and sisters
who are still holding on.

Oh let it all blow away,
until we are all dancing and singing
this song of new meanings.
OH they are still holding on.