No Patch, No Solution
Smoke addled mind
I’m air in the inner tube
Leaking, leaking, leaking
Into space
One of a kind
Same air as all the rest
Hissing, hissing, hissing
Out of earshot
Batter me, batter me
Rocks of the road
Until my prison bursts
And I am free to fly
Thank thee, thank thee
Thorns of winter
Gifts of flowers cursed
To never know their child
Chase the stream
Up along the moonrise
Racing, racing, racing
‘Till you fall
Wobbling dream
With that emptiness inside
Fighting, fighting, fighting
‘Till you lose control
Batter me, batter me
Rocks of the road
Until my prison bursts
And I am free to fly
Thank thee, thank thee
Thorns of winter
Gifts of flowers cursed
To never know their kids
Free me, free me
From the wheel
I’d rather lose myself
Than turn another round