Oh, how there is never enough
time for a person to
be alone.

Life's greatest treasure
is loneliness;
finding peace in the silence,
sanctity in the solitude.

You told me you liked to get lost
in things you loved
but then you stopped loving
and never found your way back.

Tipsy Trixie likes to do blow.
Coffee, blow.
    Lunch, blow.
       Shopping, blow.
For Trixie, that's how life goes,
A long line of genocide
    Going up into her nose
Before a cold, bare floor catches Trixie's clothes,
in an attempt to add to her stash
Of street corner cash
All wrapped up in rolls.

Selling herself short just to finance the blow,
She'll soon snort herself cold,
or maybe she'll get **** rich and forever swim in her snow.

But I'm no dreamer,
And trixie's a coke *****.
Another street corner dime
Just looking to score.
When this winter blows over
She'll be sniffing for more.

I wish to go to Nova Scotia
And long to play in Breton fields,
Faraway and over the oceans,
For ever a bonnie soul shall lead.

I wish to row for Nova Scotia
And glide above the seas trembling,
Far beyond my earthly devotions,
Where ever a bonnie soul shall lead.

    I see long oars in every tree,
    In ocean swells, a boat for me,
    A lull of melodies in seabirds call,
    Beyond the wave is music and song.

I will follow a star to Nova Scotia
And suffer on seas of forgetfulness,
To play a fiddle with joyful Scotians,
For ever a bonnie soul has needs.

    I see long oars in every tree,
    In ocean swells, a boat for me,
    A lull of melodies in seabirds call,
    Beyond the wave is music and song.

We dig through our old memories, to see what we can save, in hopes of finding remedies, to get us through our daze.

Our days of dragging moments, and things we do let slip, we dig to find atonement, for things we can't admit.

Things like seconds wasted, never doing what we should, we dig to find ourselves, never doing any good.

But through all our years of digging, through all the years we've lost, we've run the risk of rigging, so we always pay the cost.

This gamble is a risky one, yet many do still play, in hopes of finding time of old, we gamble time away.

To lose is to win, yet still we feel the pain, and still we play again, ever losing what we gain.

And so I tell you now, don't fall into this game, many have lost before you, and you will do the same.