Living the Life

Well I’ve driven over twenty thousand bridges,
But I still don’t know how to build one,
And I’ve touched a night sky full of dreams,
And I still don’t know how to feel one,
And now the beginning is trying to hitchhike to the end,
But it’s like your closest enemy trying to be your oldest friend,
And I feel like the last leaf on the tree in November, But I forgot what I was
trying to forget and now I just can’t remember.
As life begins to make more sense; living seems to make less,
And I have flown into Heaven’s bedroom and watched an angel undress,
But sometimes I still feel so empty; like passion’s a dry river bed and I’m a
dam,
I know who I am I just don’t know where I am.
I was awarded a purple heart,
But all my friends died in the war,
Well I miss them every now and then but I don’t even visit their graves anymore,
Well I know the lyrics to every song that’s ever been sung,
But these days find only silence on my tongue,
And I still don’t know what I’ll do when I’m finally backed into a corner,
Will I come out fighting like a lion or just sit there like little Jack Horner.
As life begins to make more sense; living seems to make less,
Where the hell could any of this lead is anybody’s guess,
It’s a perfect world full of god’s little sorrows,
And today is full of excuses and tomorrows.
I’m not full of self pity,
And I’m not full of hate,
I just feel so out of place,
I’m just feeling my fate.
Well I’ve busted thru a thousand walls,
But I still don’t know how to open the door,
And I’ve saved myself like a blushing bride,
But I still feel like some kind of a whore,
And my heart is homicidal and my soul is suicidal, And I really just don’t care
no more.
As life begins to make more sense; living seems to make less,
And all I’m guilty of is I just will not confess,
I love this life but I hate this vain parade,
And I’ll tell you what will come from all this belief in a charade.
This.