So now I'm going on back again, I got to get to her somehow. All the faces we used to know they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians. Some are carpenter's wives. Don't know how it all got started. I don't know what they're doing with their lives. But me I'm still on the road heading to another joint. We always did feel the same we just saw it from a different point of view. Tangled up in blue.