3-6-06

I need an ear that hasn’t heard the story
I want a party for the wounded
I need no regrets
I want a friend I haven’t met yet

I need a song
One I could sing
I want a player
Who can strum along
And understand this song

I need a break from the ordinary
I want a ride to the end of the west
I need a place that I can bury
These feelings into the dust

It’s a run down car
It’s a broken heart
It’s the edge of the sky
It’s the choice between living and dying