The Call Of The Flow

Back in the game Back in the game Always them blues Always the same Nothing to lose Nothing to gain Just a Scalpel in hand and a heart that’s inflamed   I was believing that I could find heaven But I was deceiving myself and behaving Like I was the one that was in need of saving Hold it now Just hold it now Don’t be holding out Don’t be hoarding now   Ok   But it’s all to mask, I was really creating  The image of gods in my mind and just making A path for myself that then could be mistaken For fate  It’s not fate It’s just one of the infinite roads that I’d taken of late   And the sun, it go low, it go low It’s alright don’t you know? Tonight, I let go, I let go, I let go To the call of the flow   Back in the game Back in the ring It ain’t the blues It’s the way that I am I got to sing It’s all of the same Just a shovel in hand and a heart and no name   I used to think I exist in a plane that I Have some control of by means of recording my Emotion and thought of a self that I called me by I don’t know why, I don’t know why Looking back on it now, guess it seems rather simplified   But it was a mask, I was really obsessed With a version of self that I longed to possess and to walk in a pathos of self, and exist        In a shape There’s no shape It’s just one of the infinite forms that I've taken of late   And the sun, it go low, it go low It’s alright don’t you know? And tonight, I let go, I let go To the call of the flow Yes, tonight, I let go, I let go, I let go To the call of the flow   Now, I go where winters go before the final spring And I will play the Weaver’s song upon this broken string And don’t you cry for me, my love, as long as I can sing   And the sun, it go low, it go low It’s alright don’t you know? Because tonight, I let go, I let go, I let go To the call of the flow