shadows creeping/ on the sidewalk/ it's well past noon/ and I'm finally on my way/ I am keeping/ mental roadblocks/ in my mind/ for whatever happens soon/ I am a prisoner. of my fears/ I'm scared that I/ won't make it out of here/ I will expire/ I will disappear/ and the end is drawing near
the sun blinds me/ I can't see you/ though I'm looking/ up and down/ you cannot find me/ I am not near you/ wheels are turning/ round and round/ I am a prisoner of my past/ whatever's good never lasts/ I know I should be running fast/ I will expire/ I live in fear/ and the end is drawing near
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