In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, May 12, 2016
halfway house, take two
caught between freedom and prison
between birth and baptism
that's where I call home
stuck inside
where temptation can't find me
please don't remind me
of the seeds I've sown
out of one joint
and into the other
I tell you, my brother
I got my doubts
the past is a joke
and the future's a riddle
now I'm stuck in the middle
of this halfway house
I'm in a halfway house
I'm in a halfway house
I'm living in limbo
in a halfway house
here I ain't losing
here I can't win
the shape I'm in
is a crying shame
I got my own mind
but I'll hear your suggestions
I'm open to questions
at this stage of the game
in this halfway house
I'm at home in this halfway house
I'm taking the high road
at a halfway house
done my time, learned my lessons
I'm second guessing
every instinct I own
when I walk out this door
I got no way of knowing
if the way I'm going
is the path back home
or the halfway house
am I safe inside a halfway house
maybe you can show me
in the halfway house
in a halfway house
I'm working for my future
in this halfway house
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