It's always the
Little things
That set you off.
They make you angry,
They leave me hanging;

It's always the
Little things
That make me think;
They twist my
Mind,
Both yours and
Mine

And take us
To the brink.

It's always the
Little things
That stop
And make us
Think.

There's something
Over when you're
Sober

Something missing
In your mind.

When you've
Passed on,
And starting
Over,

There's something
You leave
Behind.

And now it's
Over,
Now I'm sober
And I'm supposed
To be fine....

But I'm not Over
What I found
When I was lost
In my mind...

There are
Streets that cry,
Bleed and sigh,
******* with you,
Til' you can't
Sleep at night...

Streets that you
Feel like can
Read your mind,
Streets that you
Just can't
Leave behind.

There are
Streets that cry,
Bleed and sigh,
Filled with the
People who just
Breathe and die,

There are
Streets that cry,
Bleed and sigh,
And streets that
You never want
To leave behind...

When I was young,
I had a dream,
Just a small house,
down by a stream,

Far away from all that mattered,
All the dreams that ended shattered,

Just a home where I could roam,
And be me....

Call it causality, maybe reality,
Call it a God, who looks
Tearfully, down at me,

Call it an arrogance,
call it ambition,
Never conformed, you can call it
Attrition,

Call it a fantasy, call it
My lunacy, call it
my dream...

But in my madness, and still,
In my sadness, There's something
I cling to with hope and a prayer

That one day I'll find it, or worse,
Leave behind it, but still it remains
Like the chains that bind it to me...

When I was young
I had a dream,
Just a small house,
down by a stream,

Call it a fantasy, call it
My lunacy, call it
my dream...

Can you feel
The way I feel
When I think of you?
Or is it a feeling
That leaves us both
Reeling
When I'm apart from
You?

This morning
Is cold.
Shades of
Grey.

It gets better
I've been told,
Sun will shine
Today.

You don't know me.
I don't know you.

You pass by me,
Every day,
On the crowded streets.
You say hello; I say goodbye.

You serve me food,
Ring up my beer,
Tax my cigarettes.

I give you money,
And your life goes on.

We see each other often.
But you don't know me...