I'm so tired but i can't sleep.
My mind is full but i can't speak.
Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, i'm stuck
Right here, somewhere between side a and side b.
 
I could call it compromise
Or just an intermission.
Some kind of consolation prize
For the race i never finished.
 
I want to turn these tired gears.
I want to feel the follow-through,
Some kind of equilibrium...
Something to set my watch to.
 
I'm here, somewhere between
Victory and a white flag.
Caught in this purgatory dream, i'm stuck.
 
But i want to set the record straight,
I want to retrace my every step.
If i could just rewind all the tapes
Then maybe i'd find my loose thread.
 
Call it a compromise
Or just an intermission.
Some kind of consolation prize,
So close, but never finished.
 
I want to turn these tired gears.
I want to feel the follow-through,
Some kind of equilibrium...
Something to set my watch to.