Hostile Sanatorium

I wander through the night, and think that after all

For a boy who started from nothing, man, now I’m standing tall

Well, I owe nothing and I don’t ask for much

I just collect love, which is noble, free, and such

In the dark streets of this hostile sanatorium

I remember good folks, that we’ve loved and lost

Their faces and their memories they fade

Goodbye to the laughter, the good moments remain

And so I carry on

And so I sing this song

In high vibration

Always bound to the next station

I open another bottle, but need to slow my pace

I let my senses shuttle me to a perfect place

Where tenderness is worth much more than jewels

And the millionaire can never hurt the fool

And so I carry on

And so I sing this song

In high vibration

Always bound to the next station

You know it takes a lot to laugh, but it takes a train to cry