Days race by faster, it’s a made up lesson and I’ve lost before I started. A little white lie, a big black sky, your emptiness open on the dashboard, you feel a lack of self and it’s someone else telling you to try where you failed before. I think that this could be the last one, Jimmy. Why don’t you come and take this last one with me? I gotta say that it’s good to be home, sometimes I miss you when I’m out there alone. So come around some time, clear your mind, it’s getting harder as the weeks slip away. You can turn on a dime, pass you up blind while your waiting for the truth to come your way
You could be happy, i hope you are
