In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, May 8, 2016
halfway house
here I am
not knowing my place
nervous as a hound dog
on the fourth of July
tripping over
my own shoelaces
but I'm here
I'm gonna give it a try
here I am
here at the halfway house
here I am
on the outside
wind blowing through
my disappearing hair
government van
let's take a ride
you gotta get
from here to there
and there you are
here at the halfway house
will I make it?
will I fail?
will good triumph?
will truth prevail?
is my future
back in jail
or somewhere on the street?
here I am
scared as hell
staring down
my doubts and fears
staring down
a wishing well
hey, what am
I doing here?
here we are
here at the halfway house
here at the halfway house
here at the halfway house
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