The constant anxiety, the endless depression, the attacks and nightmares. The de-linking for lack of a better term of my mind from everything I know and love.

I’m not me anymore, I’m doubtful I ever knew who me really was, or is for that matter.

Look at Mother Nature on the run in the 20th Century.

A bit of a rewrite from Neil’s original lyrics. But like their version. Beautifully perfect!