The Pull

Summertime came too soon, Summers in kansas often do. And the air was still, I felt the pull. I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way. And I knew I was the first to pass this way. I believe I step across some line, Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time, Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name. Always feel so alone, Wherever I am I feel the pull, And the life Ive left behind the pull. And in case I have no future, Ive got the past Theres no telling just how long this play will last. I believe I step across some line, Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time, Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name, Never remembers. Im down, walking through a storm. I hear a voice inside, crying, It calls my name like a judge accusing, Black robe hanging down, whoah, Dont forget be brave about your love. Well I walk across the murky room, And theres flashes in my eyes, I dont know what Im doin. Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name. Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name, Never remembers his name, I never remember my name.