No Coma

In time Ill find why everyone out there
In the painted sun
Has already found their root...theyve found home
And Im tired of beating every drum
For old friends that never come
Went looking for them once...and found none

Im so unwound
And I know in my own way
Im breaking down without screaming out loud
Im facing up and reaching out
In the end Ill come around so shut your mouth
Cuz I cant stand or yell out...
Tell everyone Im numb

Here lies the former undisturbed
A bit high and a candle burns
Its goin all south...its all gone
A red face that hides in nervous hands
Once a better friend than an enemy
Will I make another run...or am I done

Someday Ill line up everyone out there
In a late day sun
For one deep and final breath...