...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
Gray
from 9/19/'02

giving all I've tried to sell
one more venture I have failed
dinner's ready
I hear the bell
This will be my last meal.

Oh, the fields they are graveyards
dusky
and gray
I've got a dirty face
the scarecrows try to warn me
but its not that easy
I'm sentenced to death
Just as I am freed
finally.
I fly
I fly away
never has it been easier to say
I'm a-ok
I'm not sick or pale
just gray.