darkness is calling
I’m falling through the cracks
the wind blows through my windows
and God knows I am cold
no rhyme, no time, I’ve fallen off the track
hold out, sold out
forget about growing old
(Chorus)
through the cracks our lives slip from our hands
and yesterday’s frozen
time
like footprints in the sand
washed from the path we’ve chosen
(Instrumental Bridge)
old news, white blues
no shoes with new laces
faces, places
the camera has no lens
full moon at high noon
a new tune with old words
mayday, it’s payday
these figures are absurd