Headless Men

Traveling like a ghost in foreign lands. Sinking into local haunts to mix with them.
The hearts and minds and souls that I have seen
Still haunt my dreams.
Faces come and go with every hour – the hearts and minds
And souls just don’t match up with them so well.
The night is when they come to drag us home;
Those clacking bones…
Everyday I board it up, just trying to keep ‘em out,
But every night they gather here and try to tear it down.
Reaching through the cracks and holes, howling out your name; it’s time to stand up
And find out where you came from.
Followed them into another world. Tried to talk to them, but they just couldn’t understand.
Followed far and deep into the land
Of headless men.
I lived the rest of my years
Deep in the valley of fears and hopes and dreams…
And everything I ever loved faded with days, weeks, months…
Now I can’t recall what they meant to me – all of those haunted dreams are lost.