How do you get rightnwith one eye closed so tightnSlipping backwards, falling prey to plastic eyes?nSo hard to walk straightnFor the style has made you swaynAnd every cavalry on every strip that bears your name.nOpen your eyes, you are standing empty and cold.nOpen your mouth if you voice can never be sold.nnBurn the bridge down.nTake the long road into town.nWhere all the bastards and all the witches mark their ground.nOpen your eyes, you are standing empty and cold.nOpen your mouth if you voice can never be sold.nnI only know that hearts made of stonenWill rarely sail far and may never reach home.nSo is a cost to live dead and lostnSearching the stars to find which is ours.nnWell in the corners where all the lost souls have been foundnLies a purpose before yourself dead in the ground.nn