Slow Century

My Ghost
Soft hands touching my face Wash off all those bad days Cloud shapes and ships lost at sea Comprise the things that build me And Dad, he gives lectures about ethics and good business While Mom fixes dinner and a warm drink for her babies Well I went off to college and I found me a dream I saw myself in writing but I never could read I settled down in numbers sold my body for free And now I feel like a ghost because I can't see myself in anything Now bills come, old friends are gone We rehearse our swan song Summer puts grass on the lawn Mow it 'fore it gets long And oh I'm not so sure about Cambridge and dependence And now what I pray for is a big break or a finish Sometimes it gets so tight in here I can't even breathe So I drink a hundred beers and now I can't even see I could retire to my music and just hope I can be Someday not to far considered free (As a blackbird singing in the dead of night) Take my broken wings and learn to fly All my life I was only waiting for my moment to arrive From Letras Mania