every day

every day I try
every day I fail
every day I wait
for the truth to prevail
I am walking like a hobo
on the railroad track of time
and time is running out

every day I stand up
every day I'm knocked down
in a turbulent tug-of-war
between the hopeless and the sound
I am fighting like a boxer
I am both dog and man
but time is running out

I still don't know
what I'm really all about
I'm just looking at the wreckage
through the eyes of self-defense
man, I'm still trying to make some sense