There's an old man on a city bus Holding a candy cane And it isn't even Christmas He see's a note in the obituary That his last friend has died There's an infant clinging
To his overweight mother in the cold As they go to shop for cigarettes As the spends her last dollar On a bottle of vodka for tonight And I guess it struck a nerve Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out Of the line of sight Like a barren winter day Or a patch of unburned green Like a tragic real dream I guess it struck a nerve Every day I wander
In negative disposition As I'm bombarded by superlatives Realizing very well that I am not alone Introverted
I look to tomorrow for salvation But I'm thinking altruistically And a wave of overwhelming doubt Turns me to stone
And I guess it struck a nerve Send a murmur through my heart We just haven't got time To crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock Or a cancer in our cells A collision in the dark I guess it strunk a nerve I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli If there's a purpose for us all It remains a secret to me Don't ask me to justify my life
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There's an old man on a city bus
Holding a candy cane
And it isn't even Christmas
He see's a note in the obituary
That his last friend has died
There's an infant clinging
To his overweight mother in the cold
As they go to shop for cigarettes
As the spends her last dollar
On a bottle of vodka for tonight
And I guess it struck a nerve
Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out
Of the line of sight
Like a barren winter day
Or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve
Every day I wander
In negative disposition
As I'm bombarded by superlatives
Realizing very well that I am not alone
Introverted
I look to tomorrow for salvation
But I'm thinking altruistically
And a wave of overwhelming doubt
Turns me to stone
And I guess it struck a nerve
Send a murmur through my heart
We just haven't got time
To crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it strunk a nerve
I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
If there's a purpose for us all
It remains a secret to me
Don't ask me to justify my life
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