For the Life of Me
I think I’m going home, I think I’ll live on the moon
Now all the money they squeezed from me dried up far too soon
And nobody pays a nod to what some fool did yesterday
And nobility is a needle too gladly lost in the hay
The river’s flowing, best be going
Follow where it leads
You can stand against the current, watch the mountain as it bleeds
But the water moves and slowly proves
That a direction’s all it needs
You can stand against the current, or find the ocean that it feeds
Main Street’s got no heart; don’t know what I’m looking for
Didn’t think when I set foot here that I’d be back for more
But the sirens taunt and tease their way into my worst dreams
Never thought I’d get addicted to my own hopeless screams
But the river’s flowing, best be going
Follow where it leads
You can stand against the current, watch the mountain as it bleeds
But the water moves and slowly proves
That a direction’s all it needs
You can stand against the current, or find the ocean that it feeds
The man who’s out of words sits atop his suffering chair
And his drink, it slips away, but he’s not really there
And his eyes pass over his hollow world, across his soulless peers
And I wonder what I’ll be doing in another twenty years