Open House

Days go by. Turn into weeks

I'm not vagrant but I've really

Nothing to speak of... life's purposes evading me

Try oh though I might

Can't keep 'em in my sight... And now who's controlling me?

If it's not myself, it must be someone else you see

Face down in a pool of my own sorrow

Will it last or will it leave tomorrow?

Broken man, he's got you on his mind

All life's rewards are broken dreams someone forgot I guess;

Forgot to wake me up you see

Are you suprised the world's not free?

Now words are all you've got

Words aren't good enough for me

You've gutta move if you'll be free

You gutta bow your head

You gutta give it up

Be free

Face down in a pool of my own sorrow

Will it last or will it leave tomorrow?

Broken man, he's got you on his mind