Without Rings Someone's hanging out, We can't forget about. Things that people do when they're free. Like visitors from space, It's hard to find a place, To blend in and go unrecognized.
I'm waiting for a sign, I'm standing on the road, My mind outstretched to you. I'm picking something up, I'm letting something go, Like a dog I'm fetching this for you.
Pictures in mind: Rows of poppy fields, Harmony entwined, Changing gears that grind. Pictures in my mind.
Pictures in my brain: Electrical energy,
Fighting drugs with pain, There's a war inside. Pictures in my brain.
I'm looking for a job, I don't know what I'm doing, My software's not compatible with you. But this I can't deny, I know that you can fly, 'Cause I'm here on the ground without you.
Angel without wings, Owner without things, Sharpshooter without rings around you. The road we used to ride, Together side by side Has flowers pushing through the dotted line.