Well the actual condition of my mind Is elusive as the answers that I find I keep going through transition From doubt to indecision It's the actual condition
Now you look like you just got back from somewhere Somewhere yeah you know that it's true Together we went nearly to nowhere Nowhere really worth going
She gave her little child a name A ward of welfare she became And then one day she met a man Digging through the trash for cans Charity, chastity, prudence
I can walk the bed of nails I'm not the only one But some, they cannot walk the jagged line Callous, concentrating For nails are sharp as lies I run
I can hear the treetops in the distance I can see your hollowed eyes What have you done to yourself in this instance? I guess it comes as no surprise
Could you be the one they talk about? Hiding inside, behind another door? Is it only happiness you want? Does wanting a feeling matter any more? It
Barren lands and barren minds In another place and time I feel I've never known myself Frozen in the sand again See the blank expressions waiting for
Is it sensible, life is what it seems When you're living in a dream Could you care enough? While pausing on a thought Can you think of what you've got
With her grandmother's face and her father's brown eyes Her own force of will to her mother's surprise A whole look about her that says that she may
I can see her loading boxes in my mind Into a belvedere with a trailer pulled behind Well things didn't go exactly as they planned She's a woman and
Looking outside my window And all I see is grey I'm watching the clouds roll by every day And we make a reservation You say you'll be on time I say, "
I see the sun and I see the calendar The days go floating by so slowly in a blur I read the numbers and I discard everyone I burn my fingers on the pages
Well, you get up every morning And you see, it's still the same All the floors and all the walls And all the rest remains Nothing changes fast enough
Pass away the hours, hear the footsteps of the past Walking up the stairs of time, knowing that I'm trapped Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement
Panhandle, pedal faster Playing card, listen, master Pointed gun, aim to please No one talking, no one sees Take a stand and collect Images and imageless
I hear some news, I read the words It's different every day I get my thoughts from a letter that's lost That someone threw away It says, "Don't give
You're looking for a chance to give your mind a rest Now please correct me if I'm wrong The story goes that I'm not terribly impressed I guess I've known
Running around like an insane maniac Anywhere that you please Taking advantage of anyone handy To satisfy your disease You're a soldier Going off on
