There's An Old Man On A City Bus

Holding A Candy Cane

And It Is'nt Even Christmas

He See's A Note In The Obituary

That His Last Friend Has Died

There's An Inflant Clinging

To His Overweight Mother In The Cold

As The Spends Her Last Dollar

On A Bottle Of Vodka For Tonight

And I Guess It Struck A Nerve

Like I Had To Squint My Eyes

You Can Never Get Out

Of The Line Of Sight

Like A Barren Winter Day

Or A Patch Of Unburned Green

Like A Tragic Real Dream

I Guess It Struck A Nerve

Every Day I Wander

In Negative Disposition

As I'm Bombarded By Superlatives

That I Am Not Alone

Introverted

I Look To Tomorrow For Salvation

But I'm Thinking Altruistcally

And A Wave Of Overwhelming Doubt

Turns Me To Stone

And I Guess It Thought My Heart

We Just Haven't Got Time

To Crack The Maze

Like A Magic Speeding Clock

Or A Cancer In Our Cells

A Collision In The Dark

I Guess It Strunk A Nerve

I Try To Close My Eyes

But I Cannot Ignore The Stimuli

If Theres A Purpose For Us All

It Remains A Secret To Me

Don't Ask Me To Justify My Life