I seem to find myself each time I run away   Don't give me vivid in some yester body selling days   Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time   Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine      Same faces broken homes   Those memories have fled   All tears within me now are dormant or dead   My veins are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore      Alright Eureka's Pile   Now my savior, or my whore      There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem   I always wake up, baby, 'cause I always wake up me   My life may ain't come to much   Ignore my history      Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel   Ain't the way I see, ain't the way I see      My Eureka Pile and me