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Verse One:
I did my last vocal take for Expand Your Mind, then hit the road for Chicago with an axe to grind.
Head spinning, heart hollow, felt out of time. New beginnings, demons follow, you can’t press rewind.
Old endings made me wallow in a dream’s decline, can’t swallow destiny in a bottle so I broke a bind.
Renewed faith over lotto so I split the shrine. Yes, beating Bush was my motto so I was on the grind.
Found a crew that was live and we were on the grind. Interconnect the voter drive, we too on the grind.
Swing the broom stick at the hive, watch a change arrive. Sing a dream back alive from where it can’t survive.
Detroit was realized before I was out of time. Watched my words live like truth through my own two eyes.
The Tigers rallied in the tenth, watched it by his side. Watched his eyes recline into a better time.
Perhaps a future time, he knew the grand design, he knew how hearts align, he knew to spot the sign
Of the beauty of an angel and how her kiss combines with the bliss that you exist through when you’re lost in time.
But he was ahead in time, I was too damn blind to play a game so simple at that point in time.
Had too much on my mind, had to search to find time to play checkers like its chess, drink a glass of wine.

Verse Two:
Verse Two, We Don’t Care but I really did. I wish she knew how I was scared that I was shutting in.
Room for two on this journey, no I never did tell her D.C. I was yearning for that happy end.
Could have swept her off her feet but couldn’t let her in. So it was back to Texas heat, all alone again.
Broken heart, my spoken art was my only friend that I could saddle with the pain that I was holding in.
Too Late for fairy tales, I had to learn to shine. New beginnings, demons trail, you can’t press rewind.
Old endings made me exhale in a dream’s decline so I put my mind into my work, took her off my mind.
Took him off my mind, condition in decline. Had no choice to find so walked the picket line.
The good soldier line to make a change arrive, but the rage inside was just too hard to hide.
Had I lost my time to make him know my mind? Growing doubt combined with going out my mind.
So I set out to find a final bout reminded in a drought grow vines and let them sprout design.
Sing a dream back alive from where it can’t survive. Cling to grapes until they thrive then let the juices wind
Up in a bottle on the table where he can know my mind, know she’s on my mind, he knew the grand design.
I was right on time, she called me one more time and flew down just in time to let him see we’re fine.
Watch our hearts align. We watched his eyes remind us of a better time, perhaps the past is blind.
You’re never out of time when you release your mind, put the board on the table and rebuild the shrine.
Then your pain combines with the search to find time to play checkers like its chess, drink a glass of wine.