Tip of My Tongue

A minute or hour 

By the time it comes

I need a little power

In my legs they’re numb

The feeling was electric 

Before the concrete set

Now I feel a little wretched

But I’m not there yet 

And now there’s only

Looking 

Forward

Never hiding

From the many woes

Of manic nights

And in the fray I finally 

See it clearer

That the moment moves but never nearer and I…

It’s right on the tip of my tongue

I wasn’t sure of the words I was saying

Truth I was shaking

Less of the talking 

None of the waiting I…

I see why

Running up a fever

Till the sweat turns cold

And make me a believer 

With every lie I’m told

Ended in the ocean

Where the water waits

And now I’m running out of time

To convince my face

That now there’s only

Looking 

Forward

Never hiding

From the many woes

Of manic nights

And in the fray I finally 

See it clearer

That the moment moves but never nearer and I

It’s right on the tip of my tongue

I wasn’t sure of the words I was saying

Truth I was shaking

Less of the talking 

None of the waiting