LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ryan Edward Kotler

Just as the wind carries echoes of sound
With the wintery chill blowing snowflakes around
The frozen leaves blanket his home in the ground
And there’s nobody coming to save him
Well, he stopped all his cryin’, cause no one’s in town
And he’s alone in the state that he’s livin’

In the silence of winter, he finds solace in frost
As life keeps passin’ by, and his options exhaust
He’s protecting his pride, never matter the cost
He ain’t sorry if no one forgives him
Like an unwanted penny no one’s sorry they lost
He’s all alone in the state that he’s livin’

With a heart hard as stone, and a soul full of sin
His chapter is over before it begins
And each day, he replaces more tonic with gin
‘Til to madness and hate, he is driven
Well, life is a battle in which nobody wins
When you’re alone in the state that you’re livin’

Every step that he takes, knees buckle ‘neath the weight
Now, he’s helplessly crawling through each next mistake
And he is mindlessly thrusting towards a well-deserved fate
And his balance on the tight rope is slipping
Well, it’s only a game, but he played it too late
So he’s alone in the state that he’s living

In the shadows of sorrow, he wanders in vain
And he’s a-hopin’ a new day will cleanse him of pain
So he waits for his moment in the November rain
But he’s devoid of all faith to believe in
And he traded his smile for nicotine stains
All alone in the state that he’s living

Like moths to a flame, and as moss on a stone
Like a coin that was tossed, rollin’ lost down the road
He sticks to his guns, but he shoots them alone
That’s the way it’s been since the beginning
He will cling on forever if he ever finds home
And gets out of the state that he’s living

With every tomorrow, a new age is born
Replacing blackness of twilight with gold of the sun
And with each new beginning, pristine trails to burn
That have not yet been tarnished by footprints
Though he’s coming in last, it’s just one of his turns
And he’ll find home in the state that he’s living

In the depths of his feelin’, despair peels away
And he seeks to build on it with each gifted day
That arrives and provides him a reason to pray
Finest favor since the savior had risen
And for the first time in decades, he found words to say
For some hope in the state where he’s living

So, with vibrating stars in the evening sky
And an iridescent moon twinkling off of his eyes
He walks down this old highway, cars passing him by
The occasional mirror to skim him
But for once in his life, he is glad he’s alive
And he’s leaving the state that he’s living

Now, he’s far from the place where in chains he was bound
Where recurring realities were keepin’ him down
Where he first had got lost, now his faith has been found
And he no longer festers in a prison
Instead, he walks with the rest of the jesters and clowns
In the perpetual fugue state we live in

At last, he discovered a reason within
And a new love to settle in with him