Paper Cuts

I woke up today to find
This tunnel vision left me blind
With no sense of where to go
There’s paper cuts on both my hands
Flipping through these books trying to understand
I don’t, so I just go with the flow
There’s an open door with a clenched fist
And crooked signs that I might have missed
Some, somewhere along the way
As I close my eyes I disappear
To a place in time far from here
I run, but I can’t outrun today
There’s lightning in the sky
I’m on the road
There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes
All my life been waiting to arrive
It’s not the destination it’s the drive
I woke up with a bloody nose
And bruises on my feet and toes
Been kicking and screaming at the wall
Strange how you feel most alive
When you’re broken down trying to survive
You cry and curl up into a ball
Somewhere in the solitude
Silence creeps up in front of you
For once there’s nothing left to lose
As I stare into the empty space
Everything seems to dissipate
Even if I could I wouldn’t want to move
There’s lightning in the sky
I’m on the road
There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes
All my life been waiting to arrive
It’s not the destination it’s the drive
Woke up today with burning ears
Has it been 30 days or 30 years
I call, get you on the phone
Said there’s paper cuts on both your hands
Flipping through these books trying to understand
This life gets stranger as we go
There’s lightning in the sky
I’m on the road
There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes
All my life been waiting to arrive
It’s not the destination it’s the drive
It’s the drive