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The man steps back and his heart caves in
The roof comes down with the authority of
Years of hatred because
He can't write a song and he can't play the cards
The four corners of his simple world are crashing down
The front door enters life's recession
His back is next and all that's in the middle
He's broken now,
His chairs are crushed like his moments of comfort
He just took his last drink and he's falling down
And we're all finding out now because

In the background we hear a commotion
A table's fragments drift out to the ocean
He feels the shame and he feels the sunset
He knows that it wasn't worth it
Empty pockets are digging to new lows
His life of ash is gone when the wind blows
I wait and watch for a shadow or figure
Maybe he was right all along

The mental inventory is winding
Down and I am starting to worry
I've finally missed my chance
I'm playing catch up with those I've neglected
Hoping that somehow I can make a
Change this time
I've yet to turn to a life of crime
The two, or three, or four chords are running
Up the hill with the bags of money
Hope is lost on conviction
The schedule will not be open
For a moment I feel distinction
Just as it's sinking in it leaves me
In four more years will I have abandoned
The dream I've had and the force to move it

I'm not alone because I've heard the stories
To those starting out, they're less than boring
You're life is a ghost ship and you are the anchor
Preventing all movement
When nothing is new and everything's broken
You're watered down your own slogan
The people are sick of the gimmick and you don't
See a way that you can get out

Over there I see, a key and it's etched with markings that I can't understand
It seems though that I need, only to keep going door to door, get my face off the floor
It is not covered and I don't need, to be bothered
Force myself upon an option and I'll get a move on

I'm getting on back to business with a
New vengeance and an eye for detail
Who really cares if the machine is rusted?
I'm only concerned with what I know now

It's time to pick through the wreckage and rehash
Systems that we know will never relapse
Like time bomb with an extended explosion
I see my friend drift back from the ocean
All together where everyone owns it
We've got our hits and we've got our moment
The stage is cleared from the front to the back end
This is to all those that I can commend