Block by block I built a castle in my mind
I thought you put blueprints in the sky but really it was just stars
A dot-by-dot I filled in too soon
I had a picture for my life and it overlaid yours and took the shape of him
I didn’t know the galaxy was expanding more stars were coming and it wasn’t time yet
Now my dream is out dead on the beach
waves washing away the flesh the vultures left behind
It was made of perishable stuff after all
God where do we go from here?
Where are you in the storms of mourning?
It’s my mixup that tortures me
I had truth and I peppered it with fantasy
Will you take me back with the sword that cuts between the two?
Will you give me a clearer map?
Or will I always wonder who’s manning my ship?
Now we’ll hold the funeral. I am the priest and the congregation
One day I’ll understand why it had to die
I am leaving now and I will not come this way again
My feelings I cannot say the same for
They follow me mostly but like runaway trains I often lose track
If you find them tell them where I went