Take It Home

Nobody is talking about the hazy sky

'Have the mountains gotten smaller

Or is the water getting high?'

There's a light up on the hill,

illuminating glow

I think I want to go

But the light that keeps on burning

Is on the same page you've been turning

Ignorance for some is just a way of life

There is no message I am sending

just this thought process I own

It's time to take it home

Looking at the valley

where everybody grinds

I understand the purpose

but there is no end in sight

There's a little voice inside

that tells us what to do

How did we get this screwed?

But the light that keeps on burning

Is on the same page you've been turning

Ignorance for some is just a way of life

There is no message I am sending

just this thought process I own

It's time to take it home

Take it home

'We now return you to the music of

Raman Raquello playing for you

in the Maderian Room of the Park Plaza Hotel

situated in downtown New York.'