No Coma

In time I'll find why everyone out there

In the painted sun

Has already found their root...they've found home

And I'm tired of beating every drum

For old friends that never come

Went looking for them once...and found none

I'm so unwound

And I know in my own way

I'm breaking down without screaming out loud

I'm facing up and reaching out

In the end I'll come around so shut your mouth

Cuz I can't stand or yell out...

Tell everyone I'm numb

Here lies the former undisturbed

A bit high and a candle burns

It's goin all south...it's all gone

A red face that hides in nervous hands

Once a better friend than an enemy

Will I make another run...or am I done

Someday I'll line up everyone out there

In a late day sun

For one deep and final breath...