| It’s a long way down
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| To the depths of hell
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| But at least there’ll be a place for me reserved
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| And it’s along way down
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| In the wishing well
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| But pennies piling up won’t heal the hurt
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| And you can make your own decision
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| Just how deep the love incision
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| Goes and shows
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| It’s not that I’m afraid of falling
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| But I don’t want to end up crawling
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| Back into a house without a home
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| Nearly all resolve has melted
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| And I don’t want to seem so helpless
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| But may be I was meant to be alone
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| It’s a long road back
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| From a dead end drive
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| And there isn’t any choice to choose reverse
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| And it’s along road back
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| From dead to alive
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| When every breath I take just makes it worse
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| I’ll be what the buzzard’s eating
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| Then be what the sun is bleaching
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| Bone unknown
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| Maybe there’s another meaning
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| But it’s not something I’m seeing
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| True I’m through |