Outside the insane asylum
I'm peaking through the window
Trying to see--
But I only catch a flash of
lightening
Now and then
But I'm dreaming to myself
About the storms that must
rage
The thunder that cracks
The rains that must pour
Inside that dark, enlightened
cage
Outside the insane asylum
I'm thinking to myself,
"Maybe I'll go crashing through
that window
And be one of them"
But I'm fooling myself
Lying--
The earth is sucking at my
feet
And won't let me be anything
But what I am
© 1985 by Thorn Morlan
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