The Wizard

Well, the streets went on existing

And the holes were filled with mud

I gotta go back home

We might get caught by the flood

Well, the feel is kind of distant

Just like the people selling blood

On my way home, but I might get drowned in the mud

Hear them, listen, we'll move, then walk

Touch them, feel them, choose your talk

For their fate

Well, the streets

Were gone