Always at the tip of my tongue
is the truth that's gonna set someone free
but the lump in my throat won't let go
so silence is the way it's gonna be

I'm lost and sick and confused
I feel like I've been too many times abused
alone with the whole world in my face
if I could disappear without a trace
I'd be gone, I'd be gone

Always at the back of my mind
the thoughts that keep me forever confined
I get a sudden burst of that light for which I thirst
then it's back to the same old blindness

I'm lost and sick and confused
I feel like I've been too many times abused
alone with the whole world in my face
if I could disappear without a trace
I'd be gone, I'd be gone

there's no answers in the sounds
or poignant words words of any poet that I've found
and no bartender can give me relief
sometimes I want to just sleep, sleep, sleep
but then the sky clears or a beautiful girl walks into the room
and I'm home again, home free

I'm lost and sick and confused
I feel like I've been too many times abused
alone with the whole world in my face
if I could disappear without a trace
I'd be gone, I'd be gone

Posted Sunday, March 2nd 2008