There are feelings in my head that make me feel so sad

I sometimes even want to cry


And there are some longings in my hands that make me feel so bad

But my eyes are still dry

I don't know why I won't come out

It's stuck inside like in a prison you can't break out



I think I can accuse some people for it

But it's not a thing that will cure me

I need to make it differently

Pull all the pieces apart

And put them back together

To start a-new with my poisoned mind six feet under



I let the wind start to heal that fever on my heels

And I begin to feel more real

So I grab the wheel and let the road roll like Neal

And I conceal my will of burning a bill

As ill as I was I must have lost my skill

But I still sing and thrill till my wind of life breaks the deal.

Комментарии