Washed Away

Modern industrial life
 Takes your soul in its fangs
 We might as well be all washed away
 If I don't hang on tight
 If I let myself stray
 I will lose my sight
 And I will be washed away
 And, oh, some days I walk my own
 Oh, my own pace
 It takes away the heartache
 It seems no one has their own eyes
 And we all speak from the cage
 Are we living in fright
 Consenting to be washed away?
 I'll lose my heart, my own eyes
 I'll lose the smell of the rain
 As I walk, aimless in the night
 I will be washed away
 And, oh, some days I brush the palm
 Oh, of my hand
 Across the face of this forgotten land
 I left my print in the sand
 Organic mark made
 I got up and walked in the night
 And I refused to be washed away
 The burden of modern life
 The heart it beats and it prays
 Forever to walk in the night
 And never be washed away
 And, oh, some days I walk my own
 Oh, my own pace
 It takes away the heartache
 And oh some days, I brush the palm
 Oh, of my hand
 Across the face of this forgotten land