LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ryan Edward Kotler

Verse 1:

Well, my destination is a-changin’ by day
And frustration is all that’s a-lightin’ my way
Cold fingers of apathy gripping my throat
Aimlessly wanderin’, I helplessly hope

Verse 2:

Now, I beg of you, tell me, what is there to do
When numbness replaces the blues?
I’m out here a thousand miles from my home
Adrift on a sea of emotions unknown

Chorus 1:

Like a coin, I am thrown
Far away from my home
Sailing nowhere, alone
With a vest made of stone
No direction to go
As my engine, she moans
A foreboding tone
And I don’t have a clue
So, what takes the place of the booze?

Verse 3:

In the bloodthirsty current of a ne’er docile mind
Well, the moon ain’t affecting the tides
Every new day is another rogue wave to contain
As the emptiness pounds in my brain

Chorus 2:

Like a runaway train
Barreling through in the rain
As the brakes scream in vain
Well, it drives me insane
But I don’t feel no pain
Don’t hold any shame
But I shoulder the blame
And I have not a clue
What takes the place of the booze?

Verse 4:

Like a bullet, recovery tears through my bones
Is it worth the pain just to grow old?
Why am I painting a house that’s burnt down?
And waiting for no one in my old hometown

Chorus 3/Outro:

With my ear to the ground
But it don’t make a sound
Like a muzzled, old hound
On the floor of the pound
Well, you know I’m not proud
Saying all this aloud
But if secrecy shrouds
Faint embers of hope
Then it’s worse than the dope
But, I don’t have a clue
What fills the empty space left by the booze?