Willard Grant Conspiracy
The Trials of Harrison Hayes
Don't have the patience
For all these apologies
Don't have the time
To waste on the suffering
Don't have what it takes
To stay in one place
But I might have what it takes
To make myself home
Not sure at any time
Where I will be found
Not sure you'd want to go there alone
There're all kinds of serpents here
Best keep your faith held near
There's all kinds of poisons that turn you to stone
If the spirit moved my words
I'm sure I would be misheard
It's rare that intentions are left undisturbed
The truth leads us down strange roads
Each one different I suppose
Many-a-secret is left unlearned
Misery doesn't come from the earth
Trouble doesn't sprout from the ground
People are born to trouble
And as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds
Just as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds
Just as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds