Pilot

this train is sailing so pilot-less
felt i was running too low again
only in motion can i truly exist, oh yes
start it over with a silent charm
hear a rustle in the back of the barn
the ragged help mean to do me harm, oh yes
but damaged stories just ain't fit to print
don't need a classroom, tell me where to sit
they see the bruises and they know where to hit, oh yes
oh, it's a restless ship
rising eyes are staring down the sun
steer into fabled truth
i bit my tooth
these wounded roots are always on the run
november cooling off a rattled chain
politicians pouring bleach on the stains
cutting vacations by a couple of days, oh yes
a catalyst for an unstable sound
kick the sheriff of a sleeping town
lifted their spirits and you shot em' down, oh yes
i can't help thinking how devices shine
a sea of light upon the naked eye
plug yourself in as your senses die, oh yes
oh, it's a restless ship
rising eyes are staring down the sun
steer into fabled truth
i bit my tooth
these wounded roots are always on the run
oh yes
and now the time has come for the radio stun-gun