Navigate Below - The Revivalists

The sun itself is colorblind

To the light it’s putting out somehow

I watched it pass as a rider

Gaze away from the seat

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Stomach’s full head is hungry

The women of the highway do their best to get by

My best is unrealized

The worst is when the best goes untried

You can call it fear of failure, dying to succeed

The wind blows at closed windows

The billboards advertise their greed

Take a look at my outlet

Lend your ear to the beat

You think you heard something

It’s just the jingling of my spare key

We can work it out

We’re not heroes no

Look up to the sky

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The thrills sought after

They are numerous now

You can find them in the ether in any part of any town

In any heart that’s crooked or straight

In the sunlit hours or when it’s late

Wander the prism

Witness the schism

See the Yin-Yang cousins dancing Buddha rhythm

Feel the sheet rock rattle below

See the confidence surely grow

With an army of days reflected through the haze

Wisdom will accumulate

We can work it out

We’re not heroes no

Look up to the sky

Navigate Below