Fuzzy images in my head

Of a different life or maybe better off dead


Pushing through a mountain of snow

Got nowhere to leave got nowhere to go


I’m higher than a kite ripping through the sky

I’m lower than a subway screeching through the night


I found a place to belong

It feels right when I’m writing a song


It’s easy and fun and light to the touch

My mind in a flow my body a rush


Like the touch of your hand on the bare of my chest

Searching madly in the dark to find what’s left


search for words, search for glory

Nothing left, looks like the end of my story