Nobody is talking about the hazy sky 'Have the mountains gotten smaller Or is the water getting high?' There's a light up on the hill, illuminating glow I think I want to go But the light that keeps on burning Is on the same page you've been turning Ignorance for some is just a way of life There is no message I am sending just this thought process I own It's time to take it home Looking at the valley where everybody grinds I understand the purpose but there is no end in sight There's a little voice inside that tells us what to do How did we get this screwed? But the light that keeps on burning Is on the same page you've been turning Ignorance for some is just a way of life There is no message I am sending just this thought process I own It's time to take it home Take it home 'We now return you to the music of Raman Raquello playing for you in the Maderian Room of the Park Plaza Hotel situated in downtown New York.'
Nobody is talking about the hazy sky 'Have the mountains gotten smaller Or is the water getting high?' There's a light up on the hill, illuminating glow I think I want to go But the light that keeps on burning Is on the same page you've been turning Ignorance for some is just a way of life There is no message I am sending just this thought process I own It's time to take it home Looking at the valley where everybody grinds I understand the purpose but there is no end in sight There's a little voice inside that tells us what to do How did we get this screwed? But the light that keeps on burning Is on the same page you've been turning Ignorance for some is just a way of life There is no message I am sending just this thought process I own It's time to take it home Take it home 'We now return you to the music of Raman Raquello playing for you in the Maderian Room of the Park Plaza Hotel situated in downtown New York.'
