Thursday, July 27, 2006

I tried to look the world in the eye
Lift it up and ask it why
Do we take the strain
Of the nerveless pain
And I sighed
It might have been a dozen times
And maybe once or twice I cried
To see everything in the state it's in

And I wonder
Is there anything to save
Mystery, wonder and shame
Shelter in another name
They won't play my game
So I'm taking this song to my grave

Did I forget what I was
Trying to do something wonderful and something true
Turned out it was nothing new
Just opinions and some wittering
But I stayed
Was that the day my flight was delayed
Or maybe the day that I ran away

But I find
Something missing from my mind
Something in the way I behave
Made me settle into the state I'm in
And I'll never be the one upon the stage
The one who's all the rage
You can see the stain of the morning rain
I'm taking this song to my grave

Do you think it might be something bad?
The pains I find I always have
The spasm, the ache and the strain
The friends I thought I'd never have
Will it be sudden or will it be slow
I pray to God I never know
I don't suppose he'd tell me so
As he makes a day's news with nothing to lose

And she's there saying it will be OK
Well she's the one finding the way
The beautiful and the true
I won't let them happen to you

It seems there's nothing left to save
Just loneliness stilted by shame
I'm sorry I've forgotten your name
Or the reason I came
But I'm taking this song to my grave

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

There's only one thing more important than belonging, and that's not belonging.