Insomnia

There’s a light bulb dangling from string

It’s slowly swaying up over my head now

As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung

And wait for my headache to numb

And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing

And the moon’s just a torn fingernail

As the TV flickers and hums by the wall

And I wait for my eyesight to fade

It’s so damn slow

So, So, So

It’s so damn slow

And the bright-eyed choke on ambition

And the old folks circle their graves

And the young ones are busy destroying their names

And you’re still just wasting away.

I sit and watch the screen for a message

Some kinda sign that says we’re OK

But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off

And wait for my conscience to break.

It’s so damn slow

So, So, So

It’s so damn slow

I hope you’re learning to listen

And I hope you’re learning to stay

And I hope you find what you’re missing

And I hope that you’re making you’re way

I’m a headcase if I don’t keep moving

And my head hurts if I don’t sit still

It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratching

It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill