Unwrapped around the solitary sound
 A failing voice is railing under walls
 Collapsing on the unfamiliar ground
 O, empty heart, am I the only one?
 On pins alone ar are we many born?
 Well, eighter way, you are what you?ve begun
 And by the way, I never did you wrong

 Nothing here is guaranteed, nothing?s understood
 Now that I am far beyond beginning to belong
 Maybe I don?t understand the sequence as I should
 Can?t tell left from right from wrong
 God from bad from good

 For all you know, for all you made of me
 It?s hard to keep the skin from tender bone
 Ne earthly ties to hang me from on high
 I wait beneath your overcrowded skies

 Nothing here makes any grade
 There?s nothing I can do
 Fed and watered though I was barely half alive
 Time enough to tire me out but now I?m sleeping
 I?ve lost the sense in sanity
 Got the bad in good