Empty Pages

by Traffic



Found someone who can comfort me

But there are always exceptions

And she's good at appearing sane

But I just want you to know



She's the one makes me feel so good

When everything is against me

Picks me up when I'm feeling bad

So I got something to show



Staring at empty pages

Centered 'round the same old fire

Staring at empty pages

Burning along the edges



Often lost and forgotten

The ?weakness? and the mud

I've been thinking I'm working too hard

But I got something to show



Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu