A Day At The Fair The Epilogue
I got lost, got sold
Our broken bones creak when it's cold
There's nights I wake up dreaming
I'm breathing on my own
But what prevails is how it fails
When we float to sea and drop the sails and wait and wait
If life's that song
Then I've spun that 45 for way too long
For way too long
I got lost, grew old
And I'm buying food from the same old grocery store
That I once stole cigarettes at fourteen years old
And I've made my attempts
That moving on will somehow give me moral sense
To at least pretend that I'm that kid on the park bench
Playing a new song for my old friends
Hanging out 'til the parents show up
And take us home to where dinner is made
And I'm present and complete
And grab me a window seat and appreciate everything
I am wrong for living in the corner I put myself in
An idealist, a broken man
I was you and I could stand
In faster lanes and streets that change
Dreams got lost and the rest just passed away
I spent ten years laying flowers on a grave