In holding up my end of the bargain
I lost myself
I lost my way

In ending up a cheap recreation
I hurt myself
In your golden rays

In the worst case scenario
The voices coming in stereo

Who curses me
For what I’ve been
For being me
No greater sin

Who wants for me
When the saddle’s cold
Who’s that I see
On the open road

Taking me a life worth living
Taking me a love worth giving
All I know is up in heaven
Where I’m going never let in

Maybe I’m a lesser problem
Blowing in the winds ’til autumn
Drying up and breaking down
With blackened leaves thrown to the ground

By any other cost
Remember what I tossed

And though my sharpened shadow ever dark
Grows the seeds I’d sewn
They can crack my foundation, mark
The empty kisses I’d blown

I’d break my whole world in two
But I only did it to share with you
And fractured lives are all I’d ever known

Who wants for me
When the saddle’s cold
Who’s that I see
On the open road

Who’s the figure
Out in the mist
Was it meant for my eyes
Or should I close them yet?


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