There's always something going on
and there's always something happening
and we're all somehow unreveling
and we're always somewhere traveling
I know I was born in Texas state
I soon moved to where my mother went
no I was born in Texas state
I soon moved to where my mother went
And there's always someone offering
and there's always something to give right back
And when you say no one's offering
I say "here I am, here I am"
And we believe in older gods
and the walls don't live within
we believe in older gods
the walls don't know they live within
Well my hands clapped to joys, new sounds
and I know she's somewhere singing
well we believe in other songs
and I hope she knows how much we do
the night is black and songs are bright
and the quiet quiet window lights
the world is black and the world is bright
while the shiny walls shine so bright
