The throwing of your mental clothes wasn't ever your intentionThe malady within your heart has no cure and preventionThere are those who move cloudsThose who move cloudsHeard it murmured in a far off crowdThose who move cloudsI wish that I could offer you a chance to change directionBut you know that pathways must be followed to near destructionThere are those who move cloudsThose who move cloudsHeard it murmured in a far off crowdThose who move cloudsThere are those who will patronise and compromise your positionThey can't feel the forceful hand of predetermined destinationThere are those who move cloudsThose who move cloudsHeard it murmured in a far off crowdThose who move cloudsI can feel the forceful handAnd it won't let me change direction noAnd there's this hunger inside of meAnd it won't and it won't no it won't stop its achingAnd I can feel it inside of my head the forceful handAnd it won't let me change directionAnd there's this hunger and it won't let meAnd it won't let me stop and it won't let me stop this aching no