All these different definitions
Of my elusive vision
Won’t ever sacrifice what I’ve done
When you live like this
I’m tellin’ you son
It’s not a long shot to turn and run
I’ve got these long nights
Lying on this empty bed
And this skin is not my own
You can bleed me dry
Or cut me to the bone
But it’s a long way to my home
And all of these thoughts
Are a poor man’s change
His own chronicle to misconstrue
But you looked dismayed
That you can’t save your grave
With a list this overdue
I guess more and more
I find my way to the door
But I can’t tell you where I’ve been
I’ve seen oceans commandeer
Those that don’t come near
And what’s more is that I’m finally seein’
The way everything you do
Is gonna catch on up to you
And this time don’t make
No difference to me
It ain’t even real
And I can’t see
the lines on this road
I’m not a thief here waiting to steal
A few dollars from a stranger
Or beg you for your time
‘cause your time aint what I want
give me respite, this recluse,
and then we can talk
about the demons inside me that haunt…