Lost in the music, I picked up a straw
Stirring my drink hoping oblivion,
Frightened to look inside myself.
Little known raw, sinewy feelings
What’s the difference if I let go?
My pounding heart now in my throat
Wanting to scream out but don’t know how.
Songs sung by the band remind me of my youth,
Getting home at half past four, mouth dry, spinning head.
Couldn’t walk a straight line with all that wine.
So much time has passed, can’t wait to rid the hate
It’s not too late-global warming, poverty, racism, war
What is it for? I want to know. I want to know.
I just have to know how to scream out. I want to know.
Do tell me how, tell me now.
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