does anybody else sit and wonder
what the hell it all means
bigger than life
We live to walk the line
between comprimise and demise
while suffering these lies,
And the truth lies
so close and out of reach
and there’s nothing left to teach,
And we all want a beautiful life
when all we need is a beautiful death.
the slow boat from china
sailed across the ocean
into the setting sun
no idea where we’re going
no clue what we’ve begun
sailed across the sea
this time homeward bound
can i see the world again
after what we’ve found
You looked nice enough
sitting there, having a smoke
talking soft despite hard tattoos,
and I wasn’t that surprised
when you said you had been doing time,
that old story
nice guy, wrong crowd
and now you’re up on your feet
out on the street, looking for a job
just trying to turn things around,
and we didn’t seem that different
guess we just grew up different.
time slips away
Hey, it’s been a while
how are you, how’s it going
I say with a smile,
but it comes out wrong
just like that old song
we sung once in a while;
that sunny afternoon
where did we go
dark city
The gold rush is over now
you wear the writing on your face
under your skin;
inner city ramblings fade
as they beat the drum
beat you numb;
its always a restless farewell
oh well
