down

right around this time, in the midst of my roam
i start to wonder if i’ll ever get home
but the walk is so long, my feet full of lead
its best to just stop counting while i’m one step ahead

we try to mold the pieces to fit but they just won’t
music tries to make words rhyme that just don’t
been a long time since i walked this line
and still i do it alone.

this fog in my head
has been making my bed

and this mood can make things beautiful
but it just turns to routing cars when you can’t see what is shown