Just Living

The phone is ringing as i dig for a pen
I change my face and answer and then
Grope and sputter for the right thing to say
To earn another week, say given time I can pay
What about the bills, what about the rent?
What about the days in the park you never spent?
I wonder whats the use
I need time to have a purpose
My treasure map’s been on the shelf for so long
It’s not my choice and that’s what’s so wrong
Our time together, a receipt in her purse
One makes up the other and that makes it worse
What about the streets, what about the crowd?
What about the simple existence you avowed?
What about the words written on her face?
What about your promise to leave this place?
Not alive, just living
Not alive, just living
I wonder what’s the use
I need time to have a purpose
Not alive, just living
When we’re done packing and I crawl in the van
I’ll smash the phone just as fast as I can
I can’t remember when I didn’t know
About loans and touch tone phones, it wasn’t that long ago
What about those feelings, what about that touch?
What about the little things that used to mean so much?
What about my hopes, what about my fear?
What about my heart that won’t produce tears anymore?
Not alive, just living
Not alive, just living
I wonder what’s the use
I need time to have a purpose
Not alive, just living