The Salmon's Journey Home The dusk will be upon us, caught in the autumn cold And I won't be hollering for anything to save my soul Don't matter what I pray to, Don't matter what I know Whether I fight or flight, I'm gonna make that journey home I'm on my grind Until my time But I'm letting go Of what I can't control Through the euphoria and the animosity I'm constantly reminded I am man and not machine That's why I bellow out a banshee rocking scream In the jagged canyon bottom by the salmon flopping stream I mean, I'm from the school of deuces to excuses my love Where the masters view the beauty in the sewage and mud That naked honesty is usually how I do what I does And make it so they tell the truth up in my eulogy (uh) The dusk will be upon us, caught in the autumn cold And I won't be hollering for anything to save my soul Don't matter what I pray to, Don't matter what I know Whether I fight or flight, I'm gonna make that journey home I'm on my grind Until my time But I'm letting go Of what I can't control The darkness plays its magic tricks and makes the panic waken I swore I saw some gnashing fangs upon the shadow's faces Come to find it was a product of my imagination What was certain doom was just a couple branches shaken Really, I mean? Silliest me. From frightened and freaked to chill in the breeze Wishing the prettiest missy I missed was sharing my pillow and still in my sheets But I wouldn't trade it, it's part of the trip, survival of fittest, Darwinistic I vibe with the mystic, no harbinger tip yeah I'm riding this mission as far as I get Moons ago I watched the salmon spawning in a still creek The torn remains of those who passed were rotting fresh and filthy The handful left were idle with their tired bodies wilting This journey that I've loved to live will prolly be what kills me