Time Out of Mind

Am I a servant, or a savior?

If it were me, I think I'd call it neither

I carry pockets full of anger

The only reason, I'm still really here

Cut loose your white-knuckle heartache

Breaking your arms trying to lift all that dead weight

It all stays the same

All that changes are faces and names

Haunted? Or already dead?

Living a life to what end?

In the hornets' nest

In the city's breath

Is there consequence?

In your sunken chest

In your scattered ash

Is there meaning left?

Death, or life?

Only time

Standing on your tip-toes

Wandering where the wind blows

Standing on your tip-toes, (on your tip-toes)

Wandering where the wind blows, (where the wind blows)

Death or life?

Only time

So slow, eyes closed

Smashed in windows

No control

No guardian angel

No control

Upside-down, my insides out

Overdose on nostalgia

I keep digging deeper inward

Like we buried you inside my chest

I gave up hope of finding answers

That was the night I finally felt content