MUSIC FOR SALE

I always held to a certain truth,
That life had enough foundation,
To steady a man when walking through,
The most delicate of any equation.

Surely that reason plays enough cards,
To balance out the world's little madness.
A measure to handle when it gets hard,
That spark of life that breeds its gladness.

But the thought of you,
Haunts my waking through the day,
Your mirage blows through,
Broken slumber through the night.
Despite myself paying the cost,
I look around, a little bit lost.

I remember the moment when you,
Danced into the world I live.
In a breath, you took all that is true,
Your company being all you give.

A single night was the only promise,
And I gave myself to your delight.
So I was snared by our shared solace,
But you arose, freed to a another flight.

So the thought of you,
Haunts my waking through the day,
Your mirage blows through,
Broken slumber through the night.
Despite myself paying the cost,
I look around, a little bit lost.

So here I dwell,
With memories of you
And my greatest loss.
More than a shell,
Not nailed to a cross...
Just a little bit lost.

But with thought of you,
To follow waking through the day,
Your mirage to run towards,
When dreaming through the night.
Recovering the heart of the cost,
I am only just, a little bit lost.

Maybe one day I'll find you anew,
And you'll have need of a new ado.
Then my new heart will you acost,
Until then, I'm a little bit lost.