I Live in the Lyric

I live where there once were every day people I live in the grey space between good and evil There once stood a Tudor covered in ivy Now those days are gone, I've put them behind me I lived where there once were hard hats and hippies This place blocks the sun, you can't stand on your tippies Now I live in the lyric with these beautiful people I worship my way, a church without a steeple Put those days behind me I put those days behind me I put those days behind me Now I live in the lyric with these beautiful people I worship my way, a church without a steeple I put that behind me I put that behind me Now you know where you'll find me