| Days are dragging on
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| Leaving only their fading marks
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| Still we’re hanging on
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| To find a reason for it all
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| -Is this just a whim of mine
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| -Trusting a new dawn?
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| Far from view and out of sight
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| I lock my door, turn off the light
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| Head for bed to ease my pain
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| To find my true self once again
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| That’s when I need someone
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| To turn to and honestly pray
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| That life should be different tomorrow
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| Than it was today
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| Keeping up these days
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| Demands all my thoughts and toil
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| Searching my own face
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| In rivers long since dry
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| -Is this just a whim of mine
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| -Trusting a new dawn?
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| Hasty hours without a pause
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| Shuffling 'round to find a cause
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| Too much thought means less to make
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| Too much worry for my own sake
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| Far from view and out of sight
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| I lock my door, turn off the light
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| Head for bed to ease my pain
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| To find my true self once again
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| And I miss the times when
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| Give and take took an equal part
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| When joy seemed much closer
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| And not far from a fearful heart |