Onion - Sean Hayes

You traveled for many miles on the whim of adventure

Lost in love you were running from most everything

Now things no longer weigh what they used to

The gold you buried in your backyard’s turned to gray

You ever feel like a cow for the city

Feeding off the sewers and the highwires

Can anyone find a map to the beginning

The band slipped out the window they’re floating away

You came out swinging your eyes were on fire

They left you spinning you turned to rain

Like rain the pain will rise up around you

Like rain the pain will fall and roll away

Well the onion of your heart starts me crying

Feeding of the new ends for a new life

The ashes from the fire keep me breathing

Fix my broke down wagon let’s ride

Oooh ahh…

You ever feel like a cow for the city

Can anyone find a switch and turn these lights down

When the streets gets so loud will we stop hearing

Call back the marching band lets race