Halfway Home

The lazy way they turned your head

Into a rest stop for the dead

And did it all in gold, and blue, and gray

The efforts to allay your dread

In spite of all you knew and said

Were hard to see and harder still to say

A comfort plush, all laced in lead

Was sent to quell your sentiment

And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay

And when a sudden silhouette

Escaped the top-side of your bed

I knew you'd never ever be the same

Oh, is it not me?

Am I not folded by your touch?

The words you spoke

I know too much

It's over now

And not enough

Oh, is it not me?

The damage you hold inside your blush

The load you towed

You showed it up

It's over now

And I'm insane

Wild spirit winds from out your chest

Collides with world and wilderness

It needs a gentle hand to call it home

Now surfs the sun and scales the moon

And winds the waistband of her womb

All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold

Oh, is it not me?

Am I not pulled into your clutch?

The words you spoke

I know too much

We're closer now

And said enough

Oh, is it not me?

Am I not rolled into your crush?

The road you chose

Unloads control

See it take me so

Go on, throw this stone

Into this halfway home