Album: Time Step

Standing by the door
watching all the bread crumbs on the floor
wondering how I could find some more

things are not so bad
I should be glad
I'm not starving

Walking along the street and it's getting cold
tennis shoes on my feet but their full of holes
the wind is at my back and rips my coat
I am sailing

Looking at her letter
she says "Honey, love can make it better."
Ain't it funny, how can I go get her
Never let her know that I'm not bitter
I'm not crying

I could take this heart and take up crime
no self-respect, develop a criminal mind
things are not so bad, I should be glad
I'm not lying

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