by Paul Weller
Into the mists of time and space
Where we have no say over date and place
Don't get embarrassed if it happens a lot
That you don't know how you started
Or when you're going to stop
And if at times it seems insane
All the tears in searching
Turning all your joy to pain
In pursuit of learning
Buy a dream and hide away
Can't escape the sorrow
Your mojo will have no effect
As we head into tomorrow
Round and round like a twisted wheel
Spinning in attempt to find the feel
Find the path that will help us find
A feeling of control over lives and minds
Into the stars and always up
Drinking from a broken cup
Whose golden gleam is fading fast
Praying that it has not passed
Into tomorrow
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