Sad Lad

And at the end of every day When the sky's turned chalk When the clouds are always late They're so much later in the fall Many years have passed me by Passed me by without a thought You spoke so badly of yourself So poorly that it hurt Dissatisfied Well, does the devil know your name? Did he hear your thoughts? And did he feed your demons full? Pick them up and help them walk? Give me the instrument of thought And let the anger pass away I'll focus in and face the east I've got a ringing in my ears Dissatisfied Dissatisfied