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I don't know how long I stayed in bed |
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The day is surely dead |
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And once again, I'm sleeping with the book I read |
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And colorfully and candidly, it points the way so childishly ahead |
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I guess I will make it through the day |
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To learn I've lost my way |
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And once again, my heavy heart is made of clay |
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And distant shores unseen by men, they call to me to set my sails away |
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To set my sails away |
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For distant shores, okay |
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I can't seem to fit where I belong |
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I tune myself a song |
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And even then, I can't quite figure out what's wrong |
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And will I end a broken man whose hands half-filled even though they once seemed strong? |
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I still have nothing to my name |
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So brightly burns the flame |
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And even then, I've spent my life so recklessly |
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The stories on the page I read, they make me seem so timid and afraid |
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So timid and afraid |
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A tiny fold away |
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And on and on and endlessly |
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The promises and the pageantry |
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...? |
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And those who live so fearlessly |
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If I could live so fearlessly |
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I mark my place, a tiny fold |
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And once again, I find myself alone |
