at the toss of a coin
it's decided
frankly i know what i ought to do

at the drop of the rain
i can't help it
stare at the lights that glow so soothely

the people have come and they've gone
and i am still here on my own
unsure,

at the smile of their faces you'll know
who's ready and not
to forgive, to behold

but silence is sleep, and the honks
of the trains, the tick of the time
and the split of the brain,
the sun comes up and i'll know its alright again

maybe tonight i'm divided
perhaps the neighbour
had run out of spleen

i'll catch up again once i'm rested
how happy can one person really be?

the coffee and cigarette makes me wonder
is there anyone that happy today

a need for a bottled fix
a need for a timely peace

but silence means sleep, at the blow
of the wind, the tick of the time
and the split of the mind,
the sun comes up i wish i could start all over again

cheers,
josh