and i swear to god
i would fight
in the tournament for
your lonely heart
but my tongue is tied
and my shoes are
made of cement
and im watching
the passing of each
season
as we all live in this life
looking for the reason

and i swear to god
i would love
to just commit
but the supper is
on the table
and in the background
the sun is starting to set
i will put my message
into the bottle
and wish upon a star
that one day you may
get out of this life

and we are looking for
something to make
us feel more alive
in days that roll on
as it gets to be a struggle
too just survive
my shoes crack just
like your smile
and i hit my stride