It's the dawn  Of the long existential angst  The antacid blues  And your bleary eyed dreams    The backdrop  To a mundane 9 to 5 life  Serving remote ends  To obliquely set themes    Catch a flight to Amsterdam  Three days to get your mind off things  Timeless skies and atmosphere  Sphere to sphere   And rings to rings    Caught in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty  Lost in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty  Paved the way   To a new born light  Centered in the core of your mind  Unrestrained and not yet tamed    It glares at you thru the   Cracks in what you know  And beckons you to go  An unfamiliar way    And the distant howling of the wolves  And the impending collapse of all time  Belie the distress of the client  Who wants to know which outfit to buy    And one day  Overwhelmed by the sense  Of your own sarcastic humor  In your ego's last defense    The sunrise at your back  And so with your commute  Now instead another track  To create a new you    Thirty hours driving  To an underdeveloped land  Where your I'd is your handshake  And you hold your life in your hands    Is this the height of madness  Or the height of majesty?  Is this really the answer  Or purely insanity    In the fields thru the day  Sun's blinding light  A man who works with his hands    And a sense of pride  Fills you like ice  And for the first time in your life, you sleep soundly at night    Dust you are,  And to dust you shall return  To the ground    Dust you are,  And to dust you shall return  To the ground    Filling all the words  With meaning  Building kingdoms tall    You think you know  What it's all about  You've cleared your system and you've figured it out    Dust you are,  And to dust you shall return  To the ground    Dust you are,  And to dust you shall return  To the ground    Those you've left behind still wait  Watchful eyes fixed on the gate  Missing person on the wall  Object of the manhunt's call    But you've found your calling  You have found your calling  On you're knees you bow  And with your tongue confess    Memories do not grow dim  And your family won't give in  But for you it's far behind  An other life you've left behind    And you've found your calling  You have found your calling  On you're knees you bow  And with your tongue confess  That you have found your calling    I look up to the sky  Is there a heaven  Why am I?  And is there some justice  Or anything I owe  To the life that I've abandoned  And the silence of the evening   So vast so high  Sends my thoughts backwards  But that life – it seems too painful to me  And I feel inside  That here I'll remain  For the rest of my life    Several months now I've been free  And I've come to see  I can escape from the city and the job and the family  But everythings the same  I can't escape the shame  Now I know what I did not know    Me    It's a problem I can't flee  The same in the country as the city  Can't shrug it off    It's the dawn  Of the long existential angst  The seltzer blues  And your bleary eyed dreams    The backdrop  To a mundane long day in the fields  Serving remote ends  To obliquely set themes