300 Cranes

It was a different time
Another life it seemed
He’d pay the price
For broken schemes and broken dreams
A man-child on the road of the damned
I feel kind of empty
I feel kind of down
I got to get me right
300 cranes
300 cranes
300 cranes
Build them up and tear them down
Again
I watched him fold into the night
One page at a time
His eyes were glazed
His fingers amazed
On the edge of a dime
I feel kind of empty
I feel kind of down
I got to get me right
300 cranes
300 cranes
300 cranes
Build them up and tear them down
Again
He stopped, paused, and looked around
Like it was meant to be
«If I could do it tonight
I could set them free.»
I feel kind of empty
I feel kind of down
I got to get me right
300 cranes
Build them up
Tear them down again