Stuck in Babylon
I watch you wander on and on…
I’m still stuck in Babylon.
You and I are so alone,
a thousand miles from our home;
a fool in exile, a vagrant vagabond.
I watch the grape grow on the vine…
I watch the water turn to wine…
Bitter fruit tastes so sweet,
my anecdote, my lone retreat,
the only home I find inside my mind.
I watch you running for your life…
I saw you hide away the knife…
We both thought we could see
a different end, a destiny.
Well, maybe one day we’ll get it right.
I watch the mountains rise and fall…
I watch the world, I watch it all…
I’m waiting for my train to come,
when that whistle blows I’ll know it’s done.
Take me home before my name is called.
I watch the wind and wonder where it blows…
I watch the time and wonder where it goes…
I watch the rain erase the solid ground…
We’re all the same: lost and never found.
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