Insight
Black night, lead me home Long on the range to roam White sands, desert songs in the craters of atom bombs Look to you to see the light Up to me to set it right And for now you're sitting tight thinking don't put up a fight Insight, lead me home to you
and now you're growing fat out on the alkali flat holed up in a shack complacent in your placement and view not a whole lot to do but keep an eye on intruders and elude the ones coming for you
Black cradle on the horn Voice crackles in distant form White noise, cruel words commanding what you already heard Up to you to give it up look around it ain't a bluff so what's it matter if you do or don't In sight, tell me what to do
You say you ain't but you're blinded by your rage and you no-way away the doubts and implications that you won't make it
Black night, lead me home long on the range to roam White sands, desert songs in the craters of atom bombs