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My eyes glazed over the morning papers
thinking now may at last be the time
so I packed all my prize possessions
breathing in, the atmosphere like wine
stumbling on a path I had no ambition
I only wanted to get on my way
fearing something might at once elude me
feeling I had so much more to say
My feet tired over the road to glory
dreading now & then that I might find
such a little place to hide in the gloom
praying hard ,playing for more time
shambling down a road, I'm too scared to mention
I only wanted to find me a way
worried senseless I'd swing on a hangman's rope
nearing madness with much more to say
when I awoke over the evening papers
shaking now I may breathe my last
so I burnt all my prize possessions
gulping down the rancid air so fast
running through a lane I'd had no intention
I only wanted to know I was right
cringing Heaven may at last take me
fearing that it might well be tonight
(Chorus)
Boxed in a corner
praying to the stars
it would have made better sense
watching the cards
justice by numbers
knaves and the queens
they plan my future
whatever that means |
