Freight Train I don't sleep anymore my eyes swim in a pool of bloodshot indifference Don't recognize the woman in the mirror...she's much prettier than I'll ever be. Can't tell time Time never listened to what I had to say. But it's running me over I don't know up from down these days Seems the tides keep washing my dirty castles to sea My head throbs My feet hurt Whose shoes am I wearing? This is not my ordinary sin And it's running me over. I don't breathe anymore Can't waste life on the dead man...that's what they said I don't have the answers for the riddles and the puzzles, stuck in my head. And it's hurting More every minute I can see it coming Then it's running me over. I don't have care these days Novocaine keeps numbing these silent...sirens and they're begging to wail. Read the book seek out the madness recover the Blindness. girl...it's all in your head. And then you're running me over again. 2-8-97
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