I'm talking to whoever hears my voice. I'd be with you now if I had the choice.
The way it gets with no one else around. I understand why it gets you so down.
I see the tears that fill your eyes. The pain I feel from you is no surprise.
It has been like this since we ran away. We've been lost for so long we've decided to stay.
Our state is solitary to each one.
It's hard to care when we're all on the run.
It gets cold standing out in the rain. It fills you up until you're
half-insane.
No one out there really seems
to care. To go back you just wouldn't dare.
But you end up out there anyway. On your minds street is where you lay.
We're confused by the effect of our escape. The way we act is borderline flake.
A cover-up for the real self. True feelings hidden on a poet's shelf.
This write doubles as lyrics for a song I wrote, titled, Hidden Feelings.
There's a live version of the song on www.soundcloud.com/dantuckerband
There's also a studio version on YouTube, under the name,
The Dan Tucker Band. Click on the Soul Graffiti album.
I'm the singer & acoustic guitar
player. (It includes a flute track
on the studio version).
