In Line yet out of Place

Ticking clocks at the docks
Pack you things into a cardboard box
Open doors on empty floors
Find the strings to play the chords
I’m trying but fear the chase
In line yet out of place
Tell me son what I’ve become
And lift your gaze towards the sun
I’m blind but feel its rays
In line yet out of place
Why do I feel I owe myself somehting still
Do I owe myself something still
Don’t be late at the gates
And find your place among the great
I’m dined but far from grace
In line yet out of place
Why do I feel I owe myself something still
Do I owe myself something still
Come, have a taste of lifes bitter pill
If you won’t, still I will