Sitting in a dim-lit hallway, staring at the swinging door;
Wondering where my breeze is blowing, what the weather has in store;
Can't seem to find my traction, lost in action, is my winning score;
Where is my guardian angel, who protected me from this and more.
The waves keep a'rolling, tumbling down, upon the beach;
Crazy cries, roll and rumble, no one left to be beseeched;
They say that Jesus saves, but I know I'm way beyond his reach;
Just sitting in this dim-lit hallway, sucking blood from a leach.
Truth is that we're all gamblers, that is our main employ;
Let's face the facts of nature, we're just trying to enjoy;
Our lives, as we see it, expectations of a boy;
Who's grown up believing, life is just his little toy.
Lost in twilight, stolen birthright, these are things that I understand;
For what I thought did lie before me, was washed away by another's hand;
To hold on to illusion, can make for a tattered man;
Traces of those places now lie buried deep, beneath the sand.