There are feelings in my head that make me feel so sad
I sometimes even want to cry
And there are some longings in my hands that make me feel so bad
But my eyes are still dry
I don't know why I won't come out
It's stuck inside like in a prison you can't break out
I think I can accuse some people for it
But it's not a thing that will cure me
I need to make it differently
Pull all the pieces apart
And put them back together
To start a-new with my poisoned mind six feet under
I let the wind start to heal that fever on my heels
And I begin to feel more real
So I grab the wheel and let the road roll like Neal
And I conceal my will of burning a bill
As ill as I was I must have lost my skill
But I still sing and thrill till my wind of life breaks the deal.