The Trials of Harrison Hayes

Don't have the patience
For all these apologies
Don't have the time
To waste on this effort

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 are 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
And many a seeker is left unlearned

Misery doesn't come from the earth
Trouble doesn't sprout from the ground
People are born to trouble
And as sparks fly upwards, into the clouds
Just as sparks fly upwards, into the clouds
Just as sparks fly upwards, into the clouds