there is an old song red is red as red a painting that pulls as it dries spent all of sunday lost in the wood but purpose is no country you can find purpose is no country you can find and events lacking nothing flat is flat as flat a dream between the softness and the white stretching the map till it turns into lead but purpose is no country you can find purpose is no country you can find you are revealed you are revealed again you are a constant surprise longing for roots and a steady hand but purpose is no country you can find purpose is no country you can find there is an old song red is red as lead spent all of sunday lost in the wood but purpose is no country you can find purpose is no country you can find