Day 112

Lost as I may be
Oh, in the fog of my own noise and triviality
Grand Holy Mother, grant me clarity

Day 109: movin’ out

We’re moving, we’re getting out
We’re moving, without a doubt
We’re moving, we’re going far
We’re moving, oh yes we are


‘Cause nobody goes there
Nobody shows where
Nobody goes where you can find me
Nobody knows where
Nobody shows where
Nobody goes where you can find me, ah