the years I've lived have handed me bricks
so I built a wall framed with sticks
and everything I once believed, doesn't exist
life is just one of the many lessons we take on the wrist

I stood out in the dust of the dirt road looking past
the old house that is myself, myself looking back
on all of the things I keep in this heavy knapsack

it's a short walk to the end of the line
life may be short but it's a long **** time