War torn forlorn mental capacity Gal got the place of the skull it's tryin' kill me Man's mind's full of landmines Trying to ride through thought pattern: lust, drugs, green And some lies too It's a way to get all these things behind you Never tiptoe around the minefield Try to dwell in the place where the Holy Ghost hides you Psalms 91 repeating back like a drive through Hopeless - I wish I'd come home you, with you, so high So this - blue sky I run to, run to, so high Hopeless - I wish I'd come home you, come home to you, so high So this - blue sky I run to, run to, sometimes Focus - too much sunshine sunburn you and me You ain't gotta fly so high (fly so, fly so) You ain't gotta drive so high (fly so, fly so, fly so high)