Indica - A Way Away

Road’s getting narrow, with snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow little boys little boys little boys who became what they feared Who would have thought that the ones who spoke of trust would come to betray us? Who would have sought love from those who prayed for peace while sewing hatred’s seed? Who would have fought for a land where blood flows till it clots each river? Who would have sons knowing all the orphans they would soon deliver? Kneel beside me, in this field of memory Don’t become those you fear; don’t kill what you’ve been Cause the straight and narrow has snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow little boys little boys little boys who became what they feared You should have known: the snakes were figments of imagination You should have shown: the roads and gallows were your own creation Sleep beside me, there’s no time to worry The sound that you hear - it comes from your ear Cause the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow little boys little boys little boys - there’s a choice! The straight and narrow has snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow little boys and their toys; little boys who became what they feared Weep beside me in this sea of memory Don’t you see what I see… you’re the men that you fear When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow ...What’s the point! When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow little boys little boys there’s a choice there’s a choice When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow little boys little boys little boys don’t become what you fear