Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know

Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.

It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.The more things happen to you the more you can'tTell or remember even what they were.

If we're not on them, they go back to their old ways.

On first glance the yard was piled high with scrap metal, but a closer inspection revealed it to be the place where new life was given to old things.

Now, I'm back to my old ways: Needing to be the leader, needing to score.