Echoes in My Mind

I took a stroll on Bourbon Street. I was searching for a new sound. It might as well have been Graceland with the Spirits that were walking around. What if I've been wrong this whole time and There's nothing left to fear? And I have wasted all of these years. My father in the sky makes really, really, Really wanna let it fly, and I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying. It's got me thinking that maybe everything will turn Out fine. That all the pieces of darkness are just echoes In my mind. Echoes in my mind. It's got me thinking. It's got me thinking. It's got me thinking. Just echoes in my mind. It's got me thinking. It's got me thinking. It's got me thinking. Just echoes in my mind. You gotta write some poetry even if no one Ever finds out. You gotta taste a little dirt. That just means that you are working it out. My sister on trombone makes me really, really, Really wanna let it go, and my brother on The sax makes me really, really, really wanna let It pass, and my father in the sky makes Me really, really, really wanna let it fly, and I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying. It's got me thinking that maybe everything will turn Out fine. That all the pieces of darkness are just echoes In my mind. Echoes in my mind. It's got me thinking. It's got me thinking. It's got me thinking. Just echoes in my mind. It's got me thinking. It's got me thinking. It's got me thinking. Echoes in my mind. It's got me thinking that maybe everything will turn Out fine. These are echoes in my mind. That all the pieces of darkness, They were never on my side. Just the echoes in my mind