A Region Of My Own

Stuck In A Moment You Can’t Get Out Of
Why Does It Always Soft Rain On Me
Even Better Than The Real Thing?
I Have Only A Eagle’s Wing No More
So Walk On, Back On The Chain Gang
I Will Find A Sea, A Region Of My Own
I Cannot Look On Any House My Soul
I Have To Visit The Deep Sky And Seas
Run And Run In The Earth Heaven Hell
Breaking The Law And The Crystal Space