A left turn into nothingness, we’re floating out in space.
Swallowed up by charcoal clouds and gone without a trace.
Used to be if you were weak you’d be helped along.
Now if you can’t pull your weight you’re trampled by the strong.
Heavy smell of eucalyptus burning in the night.
A left turn into nothingness. Warm wind and cold, bright light.
A left turn into nothingness. I don’t even see the birds.
Can’t hear much of anything and I struggle with my words.
Fingers white on someone’s thoughts. Gold rings are gripping air.
All my things are far below. Up here it’s all heads and hair.
I want to dull this ache in me and it’s coming down the aisle.
A left turn into nothingness, I can’t pry off my smile.
A left turn into nothingness. It sounds just like a curse.
But if you try and change the course you’ll only make it worse.
And so I walk this narrow trail, led by two black hounds.
Flying too close to the sun, my wings melt over towns.
If you knew just where to look - at radios and years.
A left turn into nothingness, you might see me up here.
Jim Walker - Guitars, Lead Vocal