Golden lights and a golden picture Accompany this trip My back feels pulled from some invisible force This wagon brings souls to an end and heals the wounds they have And at this speed the past gets lost I think I should change My attitude There is a transformation going on I know it But it only ends up In the most obvious facts My warren is warm But all my blood is cooled down And the rooftops don't speak to me no more I think I should change My attitude And the sky opened up On this November day And a ball of light Hovered down and pierced Our eyes to blindness It said the sun chucks herself away For our poor souls and that Should make us think and maybe even change Our attitude