From the recording Angel Ghost Dream
Lyrics
Where do our people go? Why are we left in the dark, not meant to know?
I'm sitting on the fence, (With) a million philosophies; (And) endless recommendations.
And what's true about me and you? Can anyone tell, can anyone prove-
What's the meaning of it all, what are we supposed to do?
It's all a puzzle, a riddle filled game, It's all a struggle, a bitter pill to retain.