It's not that
There's no place for me
It's fine here
In this big machine
It's hard to tell when
The day is done
In every way it
Seems I am wrong
Some days seem
To be taxing
It gets harder
To keep asking
Slow and cold the air
Wraps them around
Alone in the stillness
Of morning sound
My best friends
Never come through
So whose love can
I hold onto
Tiptoe through the
Tenuous twine
Bolting volts on
Electric lines
Tiptoe through the
Tenuous twine
And a smile like sunshine
