OFF THE BEATEN TRACK

THE BLIND PAINTER DRAWS LANDSCAPES STRANGER THAN TRUTH
AND ME I JUST WONDER WHO PAYS THE SLEUTH
GLOOMY PERSPECTIVES SEEP THROUGH HIS MAGIC SQUARE
HE SAYS YOU CAN ENTER IF YOU DARE
NOW I CAN FEEL THE WINDS HOWLING FROM DARK CITIES
TAINTED BY THE CALL OF THE GYPSIES
INTERTWINED MERIDIANS OPEN A NEW CONNECTION
AND THERE'S A BELLMAN WHO SAYS YOU BETTER RUN

OFF THE BEATEN TRACK AWAY FROM HOME

I RUSH PAST MACHINE FUMES AND TIME FLIES BACK INTO ITS TOMB
THEN I GET CAUGHT BY A WITCH RIDING HER BROOM
SHE ASKS: WHAT'S YOUR MANTRA? I MUMBLE THAT I HAVE NONE
A BLIND PAINTER GOT ME LOST WITH A PUN
THE BLACK STAR POURS BLACK LIGHT ON THE ENDLESS AVENUE
A STEAMING CAB BURSTS IN OUT OF THE BLUE
THE DRIVER SLURS THE DIALECT FROM THE LOST CONTINENT
WHISPERS: EASY I CAN GET YOU OUT OF THE HUNT

A SMALL VAGRANT BOY CRIES: THIS IS AN INSIDE JOB
LOW QUALITY LIES PLEASE DON'T MIX WITH THE MOB
NOW IT'S GETTING LATE I HAD BETTER FIND A CRACK
WHILST EVERYTHING IS CRUMBLING IN MY BACK