Woolgather - Ashes and Echoes текст песни

One of these days
The right words will come to me,
Beautiful and strange,
Because I'm losing my sense of feeling.
I'm on the same page,
But the words are foreign to my eyes.
They aren't focusing,
They're blurred and hypnotized.

One of these days
I'm gonna ride the storm away.
I'll pack all my things,
Then I'll throw 'em to the wind.
I'll find a million ways,
But just one I want to take,
I've gotta get out of this grave
And leave, in peace, the worst part of me.