Distant photograph, is it me?
I don’t know
Can this pain set me free?
I surrender
Back on track
How long will the road go…
Dancing in my head, come to the show
Filled rows
Dignity sold
The hungry search for gold
Vision of a man alone, and cold.
Does this shoe fit
Only you can take grip
Room 227
IV drip
We’re losing him
The lights fade
Take this story to the grave
I can remember times of happiness
Grazing the neighborhood lawns
Does this make me complete
Growing Into my feet
I could see the hills for miles
A foreign culture than, the roots I’ve come from.
Hippie, stoners, and freaks.
Sometimes the scene doesn’t make sense
Ripping In two, I’m torn.
Which way to go?
Have I been hear?
Stepping closer to the edge.
I break for the water below
Crashing into the tide
Goodbye, it’s been a heck of a ride.
Send my love to those who know the story.