The Pull

Summertime came too soon,

Summers in kansas often do.

And the air was still,

I felt the pull.

I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way.

And I knew I was the first to pass this way.

I believe I step across some line,

Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,

Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,

Never remembers his name.

Always feel so alone,

Wherever I am I feel the pull,

And the life I've left behind the pull.

And in case I have no future, I've got the past

There's no telling just how long this play will last.

I believe I step across some line,

Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,

Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,

Never remembers his name,

Never remembers.

I'm down, walking through a storm.

I hear a voice inside, crying,

It calls my name like a judge accusing,

Black robe hanging down, whoah,

Don't forget be brave about your love.

Well I walk across the murky room,

And there's flashes in my eyes,

I don't know what I'm doin'.

Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,

Never remembers his name.

Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,

Never remembers his name,

Never remembers his name,

I never remember my name.