Belong, belong, better to belong Selfishness is only one more aspect of the rain And some convince you that it's virtuous They say the ego needs to run without restrain And other people are superfluous There is some truth that you are trying to decide Then you convince yourself you're one of them The true creators to opinions they have died Howard Roark and you are like supermen Climb higher than the morning Winds fly without a warning to the night The cities gather all the vultures of the night Hungry for a little sweet to taste You are right in it but somehow you are outside Watching moles lay other souls to waste It's so revolting, either that or you're amused To see what those objects do out there From out of boredom you partake but you're confused You're not so great as you once thought you were Climb higher than the morning Clouds gather without warning Climb higher than the morning Winds fly without a warning always Here there is a fire There deep as desire Far and away from me Reach there in the quiet Seek and you will find it Right where it's said to be