Kelly Joe Phelps - Worn Out lyrics

Wonder flood the valley Tunnel feed the soil Free advice with constant wit Never to recoil Bums rush o'er the high gra** field With shoes of plastic lace That untie at the first step Not the last that wins the race Herein lies my sure demise Or 'haps my one bright seed This or then the other tact Falls right and starts to bleed Can you hear a toneless rhyme Between my bones and sunken eyes? No... I think not- It's as if my thought has worn The clown's disguise Oh, my little life worn out On this goddamn road I live to breath more than believe A reason for this load Is it my own version Of a terrifying leap across An unforgiving landscape When all I want is sleep? Unfolding here before me Is an ugly naked truth I know no more than a drunkard In a circus dunk-tank booth The balls come flying one-two-three In and down I go The people retch in laughter While I scream out for more Now i'm dry electric shock I watch the sky like a broken clock I tie my plastic lace and then I Go back to my walk Stuttering for coffee Or a comforting brush Across the backs of both my knees Mother sings to hush Make a castle to the sky In honnor of a man like sand, Who'll wa** away in time and he will Ne'er be here again Oh, my little life worn out On this goddamn road I live to breath more than believe A reason for this load