Ghostwriter

Song of the wandering idiots

Our song, the criminal element

Left some stones unturned, their coats in my car

For every river a drawbridge, for every motion an adjective

Every nickel I'm dimed, water logging my slime

How to grow up?

Lately I don't really push much

I'm tired of anger

How to move on?

Even comets are staying in one spot

I'm tired of anger

Lickety split, got lost components

So I get tight with customer service

Take a backwards road, say thank you with omens

For every white lie, I got a gray one and a reason for every failure

Every nickel I'm dimed, I just take it offline

How to grow up?

Lately I don't really push much

I'm tired of anger

How to move on

When the ocean is coming up strong?

I'm tired of anger

How do I let go?

Yank a dandelion and blow

I'm trying

I'm trying

Trying