Larry Gallagher Torn Apart
In my last life a couple years ago
I wrote an ode to a distant friend I’ll never really know
Responding to my fear that she was falling through the net
In words I don’t remember and I cannot forget
She said it’s kind of you to ask of me
But my legs still move and my eyes still see
And this job I have lets me use my brain
They treat me well so I can’t complain
I get out on weekends and I’m grateful for my friends
And it feels like a real life is just beyond the band
I’m alright, what can I say?
And I’m torn apart every day
Well I read those words, they left no chains
Cause I was never the source of her pain
And it came that time when I had no doubt
Thought that I had discovered a real way out
And it seemed like such a waste
And I spun out of control in this line of souls
Willing to burn the years away
Being torn apart every day
But times change, worlds end
That’s not news
And what was once clear is once again confused
People stop me on the street
They ask if I'm okay
I'm not sure how much they want to hear
Or how much I want to say
So I say it's kind of you to ask of me
But my legs still move and my eyes still see
And this job I have lets me use my brain
They treat me well so I can't complain
I get out on weekends and I’m grateful for my friends
It feels like a real life is just around the band
And what I feel, what I don’t say
Is that I’m torn apart every day
