Boundless

Horses in the meadow by the highway side

And a Church of Christ in a double-wide

Clouds overhead are ghostly gray

It snowed a little but it didn't stay

Red-winged blackbird on a mileage sign

Ghost town gutted like a dried-up mine

Stark faces in the windows of a speeding train

We love our blindness and we love our pain

Standing by the lake sucking poison mist

Lungs clenched tight like an angry fist

Picking at sores in the hope they heal

Hungry and harrowed and caught in the wheel

I feel these serpents of desire

Ripple my skin like ropes of fire

All I ever wanted, all along

Was to be the "you" in somebody's song

Seven dances for the spirits

Running a race, running a race

Seven dances for the saints

Running a race, running a race

Looking for the stillness in the womb of space

Boundless

Boundless

Boundless

The howling wind, it sings to me

The sky looks troubled but I feel free

Visions and feeling and ink on my hands

You can travel forever and never land

In the crashing chaos where stars are born

The strong get fed and the weak get torn

Look at that cosmos eating its tail

Circled like the lip of the holy grail

Seven dances for the spirits

Running a race, running a race

Seven dances for the saints

Running a race, running a race

Looking for the stillness in the womb of space

Boundless

Boundless

Boundless

Seven dances for the spirits

Running a race, running a race

Seven dances for the saints

Running a race, running a race

Looking for the stillness in the womb of space

Boundless

Boundless

Boundless