Start of the day, runners take their marks
The race starts with a bang!
A pretty penny in my eye drips out
As two bombs collide and then the rain
My life was in that hour as everything
As all support went up in smoke
Decisions tossed in the wrong direction
As a joke
Decisions made without regard
Am I the only one trying this hard?
As if you've got no life ahead
There's poison in the water you tread
The minute comes when opposites arrive
The little warmth left leaks as tears
I feel a pop that stops the clock
The rest of the racers don't know mirrors
My skin stretched thin and patience gone
My anger and a match combine
Now heads are tails, the bill's in the mail
You tackled the wrong wildcat this time
Decisions made without regard
Am I the only one trying this hard?
Now at least your blinders are gone
But look at the ground your face is on!
credits
from The Back Of My Burning Hand,
released March 3, 2005
Ryan Lee: Guitars, bass, piano, vocals
Cory Anderson: Drums
Sarah Kobylewski: Violin
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