Sometimes I sit here broken hearted thinking about the days
When I had no cares and lived everyday in a daze
I’m older now and have lots of mind left to grow
No end in sight for this power’s so slow
Wanting to make things better
Wanting to change the world
Forcing miracles to happen
Experimenting for cures
Running from place to place breaking my neck
Getting boney fingers and breaking a sweat
Drenched in fear, constantly looking for slack
Get me the hell out of here
There’s no time for that
What if life started differently new?
Would it contain a middle verse?
What if the past always changed?
Would it have a similar course?
If we were left for dead
Quickly would anyone show?
Laying so graciously still
Years worth of blanket thick snow