Hostile Sanatorium

I wander through the night, and think that after all
For a boy who started from nothing, man, now I’m standing tall
Well, I owe nothing and I don’t ask for much
I just collect love, which is noble, free, and such

In the dark streets of this hostile sanatorium
I remember good folks, that we’ve loved and lost
Their faces and their memories they fade
Goodbye to the laughter, the good moments remain

And so I carry on
And so I sing this song
In high vibration
Always bound to the next station

I open another bottle, but need to slow my pace
I let my senses shuttle me to a perfect place
Where tenderness is worth much more than jewels
And the millionaire can never hurt the fool

And so I carry on
And so I sing this song
In high vibration
Always bound to the next station

You know it takes a lot to laugh, but it takes a train to cry