Wonder where that plane is leading to Wonder where that boat will ever stop Wonder if this path I am treading Will disappear and let me drop
Down to a pen that's surely waiting Down to the hell I know that I deserve Even though the spirit is willing The flesh is blackened to the deepest nerve
When will you learn? The hurting, it will return When will you ever learn? This feeling is all you can discern
Oh my heart, it is a-broken More than waste upon the golden sand