Dark & Drifting Eyes

walking home alone again 

it's not even midnight 

there's an emptiness upon my breath 

a candle to the light 

i just spent my last bill

on some feeling for my eyes 

and I've never felt better 

that's just what the people say 

just another form of talking 

just to pass the time away 

the sidewalks filled with lonely cracks, none got there themselves 

they had that restless neighbor 

who was pushing them to hell 

and I feel my body warming 

with every feeling that could rise 

just another feeling pulling 

on my dark and drifting eyes 

oh but nothing is forgiven 

at least that’s what i tell myself 

helps me sit and drink my coffee 

without wandering who i’ll tell 

about the numbness eating 

up my parted mind

all about my ghostless stories 

that never should be refined 

oh I’m sick of country ballads 

that make you feel like you’re the one 

who threw away your lovely

raised your finger to the sun 

i’m just a dreamer 

got my own blues all bogged down fine 

something cracking down the walls of my tattered mind 

i’ve played the part of happy

fulfilled all with ease 

speaking to the rhythm 

of something i should believe 

but I’ve given that all up 

left it behind 

stuck my finger out the window 

of a dissonant time

left everyone who knew me 

wishing for themselves 

playing the part of romeo 

on somebody shelf 

sitting at the table 

hoping to win on my last dime 

trying not to fall into 

my/them dark and drifting eyes 

just another hopeless dreamer 

with the dark and drifting eyes