Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind, when it blows

It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow

See the new pyramids, down in old Manhattan

From the roof of a friend's, I watched an empire ending

Heard it loud and long, the river's Om

Time marching on to a madman's drum Don't forget what you've learned, all you give is returned

And if life seems absurd, what you need is some laughter

And a season to sleep and a place to get clean

Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one's expecting On a detox loft, through a Glendale Park, over sidewalk chalk

Someone wrote in red, "Start over"

So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach

Full of fever dreams that scare you sober into salt-less dinners Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth

Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing

Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance

Many lifetimes had past In a instant, reminded of a millstone house

In a seaside town when your heart gave out in a mission bed

So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge

As you woke up purged as a wailing infant

In Krug Thep, Thailand Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind, when it blows

It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow