does life feel like a bed unmade a fall a daze or a song un played what of this sorrow who i am is where i stand the revelation of a traveling band can t tell me where i ll be tomorrow an everyplace i went to was so tired a hung up world believing its own lies and everyone i talked to was so quiet they all seem much to high to get by so many lowlife drifters so many shapeshifters so many shadows who claim to light the way there s no heaven or hell no sense in else if we stop searching we ll fall right through our daze throw all into the fray burn down the night erase another day throw it all into the fray burn down the night erase another day an invisible republic lies in wait