Periphery Waltz

When the supreme authorities of our culture Tell us to get down on our knees And beg for salvation from some divinity Is it any wonder there are people Begging on the street for salvation from poverty Well, it's no surprise to me It's no surprise to me I left my home in the church I left my home in the suburbs to wander Now I did it all for my dreams And the star that I followed fell from the periphery And the street lights Slipping down my windshield fell like falling stars Down a dark country road I first left my home when I was seventeen And I paid my respects to my fellow rejects But I tended to wander alone Like I was listening to the words of a song Whispered soft and low Well it's kind of like dancing It's kind of like losing your mind And I've often considered The impractibility of my life