Salt In the Wound

I wanna disappear

Far from the folks I know

I wanna get an answer

To why I was even born

No one here can tell me

What's been haunting me all my life

This rat race has left me limping

As I balanced on the edge of a knife

Why

Am I here?

Or what should I do?

Well it's just a point I'm trying to prove

Well if there's a god in my head

Then there's a devil, too

How can I tell the difference

When they both claim to be true?

Maybe God is God

Maybe the devil is me

Well I just throw my chains on

And tell myself that I'm free

Chains

Are they really there?

Is this just in my head?

Well I'll just stay in bed

Life sure has its meaning

Over years I have postured the sun

Thieves and preachers robbed me

From any hat that I've hung

Now with my heart wide open

I listen to the wind just for a word

Sure, I know it's futile

But that's all I have in this world

To look down from the hill and howl

At the moon, all the tears I cried never salted any wounds

Well the earth is so tender and cruel

Well if you're not there, it's still so beautiful

Ah, ah ah

Ah ah

Ah ah

Ah, ah ah

Ah ah

Ah ah