Running The Land

Cant see past the waters gate
Though I hear the beings behind it
with thoughts of how I could change my name
because Loves been vacuumed from it
Than they say I can kill my head
but I grow week with lost blood
and it becomes the Oceans breeze
that brings me back to love
while a crippled expects some sympathy,
and the hobo tracks it out
The homeless are all home again
because their voices cannot come out
and I just think I'm falling suit
some chess piece to a game
with nothing left, Ive got everything
with no one else to blame
I watch them as they pass me by
with my eyes too proud to see
In all the land I have scattered to
Ive been getting away from me