Happiness In History

Colors are lost, thoughts are free
Happiness in history
Clouds appear as days go by
The Devil and I walk side by side

Oh, I can’t explain
Like Sunday driving in the rain
All by yourself
Like Sunday Driving in the rain

White walls talk to me at night
Speak beneath the candle light
And as I shake and moan insane
Allow myself to calm the pain

Oh, I can’t explain
Like Sunday driving in the rain
All by yourself
Like Sunday Driving in the rain

What I fall back on
Expands such abstraction I feel

As I awake I ascertain
In my mind I’ll walk again
For those of you who talk me down
Karma will find its way around