For god's sake open a window
The storm looks frightening through the glass
But you could use something to turn the burn off
You keep asking: how long will I last?
But you'll never find the number amid your mess of scribbled thoughts
Peace of mind awaits you somewhere
Somewhere there flies an end to sleepless nights
Hope looks so small, but it's up there disguised as a V in southward flight
How can you spot the subject through the smoke that cloaks the town?
How can one kid ever hope to take off from such cluttered ground?
Tangled road signs in front of you
Lost loves and other debris behind
Run fast or out of time
And with these words I thee bid goodbye
Keep your heart and eyes open wide
I promise you if I ever return, we'll compare pictures before and after the burn
For god's sake open a window
You're breathing smoke instead of air
But you could use a breeze to cool the room down
You keep asking: why isn't life fair?
But you'll never find the answer at your local lost and found
How can one kid ever hope to take off from such cluttered ground?