adolescents
it was a different time
another life it seemed
he'd pay the price
for broken schemes and broken dreams
a man-child on the road of the damned
i feel kind of empty
i feel kind of down
i got to get me right
300 cranes
build them up and tear them down
again
i watched him fold into the night
one page at a time
his eyes were glazed
his fingers amazed
on the edge of a dime
he stopped
paused
and looked around
like it was meant to be
if i could do it tonight