Wanderlust.

[Chorus]Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the wandlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our seperate ways
Well I'd love to photograph your hand
Then shake it for a while
Cause you learn so much about someone
A brother or a swine
The veins that plough beneath your path
With so many tales to tell
A picture out of focus
In a frame where no one cares
Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage
[Chorus]
Well we walked upon the railroad
Cause the train no longer ran
Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed
From the stars that filled our eyes
With a dollar in your only coat
And a fireball in your hand
You set your sails for better days
Down in South Australia
Dark though it has been
Your old spirit still shines within
These last thirteen years depraved
Of us anything that's worth sayin'
[Chorus]
So raise a cheer to those forgotten years
Back to the corner where wew went ourseperate ways
Now the carnival is goin' home
The ferris wheel is spent
For those rovin' years of endless jeers
Have dried all that was left
Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage
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"It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. `Come, there's half my plan done now! How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another! However, I've got back to my right size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden--how is that to be done, I wonder?' As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with a little house in it about four feet high. `Whoever lives there,' thought Alice, `it'll never do to come upon them this size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches high."