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I started out on my feet
On a lonely dead end street,
Next thing I knew I was on my knees
Praying to the cold concrete.
And whistles blow
Branches bend,
The truth is shown
On a dirty wind,
This open wound will never mend,
And this dead end street will never end.
Crawling on hands and knees
Getting there on Benzedrine,
Floating like a worn out leaf
On the waters of deciet.
Hammers pound the nails down
Keeping me in place,
A lamppost shines to the ground
Not showing my face,
Will this heart ever beat again?
Will this dead end road ever end?
Blaine McCanless
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