Every servant is a master every child is a man on his way to something always leaving someone always coming home and leaving returning to a house no longer in a city lonely widows in old buildings broken stone walls barely standing (On his way to something) (Always leaving someone) (Always coming home and leaving) The world is blowing up ever so slowly erupting everywhere we try to patch it up rise above our sorrow search for solutions Not watch out for number one Consider other souls along the journey Is it a road? An experiment in madness A sound where the silence is screaming To take back control of the noise Confusion I lose my breath need relief (Always coming home) (And leaving) I record the ever flowing type on my computer I do not want it to stop always improvising playing with my trumpet all the notes I feel sadness, pains, blowing them all out I frantically make plans I cancel On the way to a place that is never an arrival A place to regroup figure out where I am going If I creating at all like a game Is it the ever disappearing the self, illusion Nothing trying to be something Is it all smoke, mirrors why can’t it last forever What kind of creator would give such limitation Not enough time to work it out Is there only forever and all that passes Is not really passing just hiding somewhere Trying to pretend its over Why do I resent, then forgive (and leaving leaving leaving leaving leaving) always coming home always coming home and leaving leaving