struck a nerve
bad religion
there's an old man on a city bus
and it isn't even christmas
he see's a note in the obituary
that his last friend has died
there's an infant clinging
to his overweight mother in the cold
as they go to shop for cigarettes
and she spends her last dollar
on a bottle of vodka for tonight
and i guess it struck a nerve
like i had to squint my eyes
or a patch of unburned green
i guess it struck a nerve
as i'm bombarded by superlatives
realizing very well that i am not alone
i look to tomorrow for salvation
but i'm thinking altruistically
and a wave of overwhelming doubt
and i guess it struck a nerve
sent a murmur to my heart
like a magic speeding clock
i guess it struck a nerve
but i cannot ignore the stimuli
if theres a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life