Insane Remains

How does a fool-And his money ever get together?
I reap what I sow (2)
Hit myself a low-blow
Drinkin' everything to make the evening glow.
Clouded thoughts a slow poke.
Insane

Look in my eyes-Look through my eyes I lied
Reap what I sow (2)
Seeing everything in a dream trance
Acting like a fool at the caravan dance
Tossing all my dreams in a garbage can.
Insane

The calm before the storm.
A calm before the storm blew me away.
I reap what I sow... Now everybody knows...
I found myself in resurrected blood,
Standing beneath a cleansing flood.
Something brighter than the sun.
Remains

Words and Music - (c)David Douthitt