I can’t look back past the dark in the road.

I can’t see the stars through this thick night air.

I can’t move fast with this heavy load,

I can’t hear the mockingbird sing, I can’t feel the wind in my hair. 

 

I gotta go.  Can’t stay here another day.

So long my friends.  I’m on my way.

I’m going back to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.    

 

Cause I need to feel the rain again

Pouring down through broken skies.

I need to feel all the pain again

Out where the music never dies.

 

Locked in a world that just don’t seem real,

I'm lost in a haze, I've been dropped in a dream,

Carelessly caught beneath the wheel,

Lazily drifting down this stream.

 

I gotta go.  Can’t stay here another day.

So long my friends.  I’m on my way.

I’m going back to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. 

Back to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. 

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Don’t know why they’re gone.  Don’t know where they went.

Don’t know how they left without a clue.

But the stars are aligned and the messages sent.

They’re calling out to me and you.

Go back to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. 

Back to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. 

  

Cause I need to see the skies again,

Wide and blue, deep and clear.

I need to see through my own eyes again,

Filled with awe, void of fear.

 

Whispering voices are calling me in,

Shadow in the mist, too faint for my eyes.

Your halls are too narrow.  Your walls are too thin.

I can’t see your faces behind your disguise.

 

I gotta go.  I can’t stay here another day.

So long my friends.  I’m on my way.

I’m going back to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. 

Back to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

                  

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