I swear, that lost on the way, were decadent skies and, on that horizon we hoped and we prayed as we sailed through the rain, and I turn to, my only friend, he’s first in command as I try to be kind to his conscience is smiling while mine is still toiling with problems at hand,
I suppose, the fault is mine, to be predisposed to it all, my love it’s closing time, my love it’s closing time, my heart is closed, while I must tow this line, my virtuous soul, still has an axe to grind,
I sleep, at the foot of my bed, my thoughts are not silent while drowning in silence they won’t seek asylum there, how bad, must somebody want you then? Nobody wants you when you’re alone and so cold is the road with those burdening souls that you travel them with,
This is the cause, for which I’ve sold my time, investing this loss of mine, into what’s known as, somewhere to go, something we all must find, just another son of mother Earth and father time, remains in the back of my mind, in the back of my mind.
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