"Aurora Borealis"

Back packed the globe looking for the missing piece
Hung my hat in Soho, feasted with the king
Lost track of the trail in East Timor
Sacrificed a lamb to the score of war
Plead with the father of the Catholic Church
Bled my guts into the muddy dirt
Lost my third wife to the all-American bushfire
Brushed my hands free of guilt and shame
Dare not forget the curse of my name
I can't remember the Aurora Borealis as well as my mother can
But the colors do still linger on my hands
I quit the band because I couldn't face the music
Let the sand slip through my hand cause the commitment was way too much
Lost touch with myself somewhere in Berlin
Instead of reaching out I gave her my all-purpose grin
She believed me, so we toasted bottle to bottle of gin
I woke to the street, decided I'd best head to Munich
Wanted to see what all the fuss was about
There I let go of all reason and logic
Played dead in a dope house
"I am afraid," is what I said
Lied down to smell the late summer grass
Pushed this crass verbage far from my head
Joined the circus just to escape who I am
Realized who I've become
Remembered myself before I fell numb
See now that the times have changed
Have I changed with them?
Certainly not without reluctance
Despite my impression
I found myself seeking shelter, again and again
Found myself on all fours, cursing against the wind
Visited a dwelling where my ancestors once lived
Their demons dining on my sickness
Or maybe it was just my intuition
Leaving gold dust where my feet had been
I blessed this piece of silver
Now covered with rust and grim
Has experienced so much life in such a short period of time
Dancing on the edge of real and real's phantoms
Right now I am sorely happy
In this moment I do not wish to not exist