Travel

Next time we walk down to the docks While welcoming the morning sun We'll share rations of bread with Drifters and deceivers Know I only see this hour after Evenings of infamy There are thousands of you like me And you'll be so so sorry When you start to hate the sound of laughter Grinding your teeth down to powder How rewarding is it Just to be alive we could have residence In the worst prison That happens when you die and have No friends to carry caskets in the saddest procession Those people often say they're sorry When your soul departs But they recover oh so quick There are thousands of you like me And you'll be so so sorry When you start to hate the sound of laughter Grinding your teeth down to powder There are thousands of you like me And you'll be so so sorry When you start to hate the sound of laughter Grinding your teeth down to powder