The Unraveling

And I’m somebody new today
Free of my sins today
Feels like they’re washed away
A man with no future, a man with no future
What did the thief say onto the hanging man?
«Here come the hounds, lay your burdens down in advance»
Redemption in the slow grind of chance
My grandmother’s hands, the pomp and circumstance
Free at last!, free at last! A different me at last
Scattered like an ash, or history that’s past
Came from nowhere, disappear just as fast
A life out of balance, a touch out of grasp
A timetraveler headed to a night catches us
The final stop on the line for all passengers…
And I’m somebody new
Free of my sins today
Feels like they’re washed away
A man with no future, a man with no future…