Arrive without leaving.
Return without looking back.
Keep the faith without believin’ in yourself. Yeah.
See all without looking.
Try to hear without ears.
Smell the rain on an election day. Yeah.
Stretch your skin over my head.
I’m the stone beneath your feet.
I found the antichrist
hidden in the kitchen dashboard.
Sleep without dreaming.
Try to love without fear.
Feel the rhythm with your hands and feet. Yeah.
Cry without weeping.
Express yourself without words.
Smell the rain on an election day. Yeah.
© Michael Weisshaupt, 2002
