No Coma
In time I'll find why everyone out thereIn the painted sunHas already found their root...they've found homeAnd I'm tired of beating every drumFor old friends that never comeWent looking for them once...and found noneI'm so unwoundAnd I know in my own wayI'm breaking down without screaming out loudI'm facing up and reaching outIn the end I'll come around so shut your mouthCuz I can't stand or yell out...Tell everyone I'm numbHere lies the former undisturbedA bit high and a candle burnsIt's goin all south...it's all goneA red face that hides in nervous handsOnce a better friend than an enemyWill I make another run...or am I doneSomeday I'll line up everyone out thereIn a late day sunFor one deep and final breath...