(smith)



Once was a man who didn't do too well

He spent more than a little time down in his little hell

He had time to decide even if it was worth the ride



He started early on before it was cool

To take the risk on of dealin' in the high school

Never mind that a line wasn't much more than a good time



Yeah de yeah



Carefree and careful as a man could be

What are the risks of burnin' hot if you can't even see

That the ore's run aground sinking in to the shore



Careful and conscious of the burning red

Of the flashing lights and the feeling of dread

Captured in everything in this dragging little moment



Yeah de yeah



Inevitably in a little hell

Immeasurably in a little hell

Character breathes with a little hell



Run out of thoughts and possibilities

It ain't only the man with no eyes who can't see

You back up, up a day, coulda wrote, wrote it all...

You back up, in a daze, shoulda wrote, wrote it all down



Yeah de yeah