Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Waiting Line

standing in line
ripped ticket could be fine
but im not

wanting the sun to shine
wheres the cloud with the silver line
its a long shot

seems im always in this place
the music to face
i have nothing left

follow the path race
a hollow soul to trace
lost upon the bend

leave my heart on the floor
as you walk out the door
now where are you sent?

one ticket to the show on the shore
hooked by your lure
this waiting line has went.