| I picked up the pen and drew a blank
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| An image in my head and a heart that sank
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| With years in perspective to put them all on the line
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| Thoughts of moving forward with the fear of falling
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| Behind that wall that I’ve built so tall
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| But now I’m at the top
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| Searching for a pulse in this lifeless city is less a quest, it’s wishful
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| thinking
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| If you measured mine on an EKG
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| I’d resemble the skyline out by 7th street
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| I’m not as clever as my words but I’m as sly as a thief
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| I’m as open as a casket with my fears and my beliefs
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| It’s the sick leading the blind I bury truth and blame my pride
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| Now the blind as become sick with their eyes now open wide
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| I watched my skin walk out the door
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| I did not say goodbye |