Echoes

I took a stroll on bourbon street I was searching for a new sound It might as well have been Graceland With the spirits that were walking around What if I've been wrong this whole time And there's nothing left to fear And I've wasted all of these years My sister on trombone Makes me really really really want to let it go My brother on the sax Makes me really really really want to let it pass My father in the sky Makes me really really really want to let it fly And I'm flying I'm flying I'm flying Its got me thinking that maybe, everything will turn out fine That all the pieces of darkness, are just echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind Echoes in my You gotta write some poetry Even if no one ever finds out You gotta taste a little dirt That just means that you are working it out My sister on trombone Makes me really really really want to let it go My brother on the sax Makes me really really really want to let it pass My father in the sky Makes me really really really want to let it fly And I'm flying I'm flying I'm flying Its got me thinking that maybe, everything will turn out fine That all the pieces of darkness, are just echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind Echoes in my Its got me thinking that maybe, everything will turn out fine These are echoes in my mind That all the pieces of darkness, they were never on my side To the echoes in my mind Echoes in my mind