The Metrics Of Plenty

I'm trailing behind

Solemnly I salted

The wounds of my failures

My short coming closer

At the end of the day

When suddenly I hear

The voice of my father ringing

Out like the needle

That taught me to say

That it goes on n on

But I wasn't sold on

The direction it's heading

Or what they believed in

So I didn't mind

Not squaring up with

The metrics of plenty

I'm in the back of it

and I can't stop trailing behind

I'm trailing behind...