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Help on the Way - Live at Oakland Coliseum Stadium, Oakland, CA, October 9, 1976

de PrototypeRaptor

He lives in a box in a room
With his thoughts in the house that he built

Each week is the same
And he agrees with the grey
Though sometimes the cold is real

Those days when he's there but still gone
There's a vision behind the light

When he calls himself I can see his thoughts
Before they go with the night

There's something wrong in me
Like a wave, it comes and goes again

And each time it pulls from me
Leaves a mark like someone else in my skin

I don't know the truth, or what it tells
But I'm tired of lying
In a box that I made for myself
And I'm tired of hiding

I don't know the truth, or what it tells
But I'm tired of lying
In a box that I made for myself
Cause I'm tired of fighting

He returns to the scene
Though he missed what it means
In this house that he built

The days are the same
Like his words are ingrained
As time comes to stand still

It's hard to make believe
With the visions behind the light

When he calls himself
I can see his thoughts
Before they go in the night

There's something wrong in me
Like a wave, it comes and goes again

And each time it pulls from me
Leaves a mark like someone else in my skin

There's something wrong in me
Like a wave, it comes and goes again

And each time it pulls from me
Leaves a mark like someone else in my skin

I don't know the truth, or what it tells
But I'm tired of lying
In a box that I made for myself
And I'm tired of hiding

I don't know the truth, or what it tells
But I'm tired of lying
In a box that I made for myself
Cause I'm tired of fighting

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