Rolling southward at midnight -- one of the chosen few
Finding no words, so I sit tight -- on a lovely mountain view
Moonlight flashing through windows -- I'll never see again
Running loaded and silent -- on a stale cool wind
Bloodshot eyes seeing nothing -- but hearing everything
Willing distance and progress -- and all the spoils that it brings
Wear defeat like a road sign - another tragic tale
Muddy greens - and a sea of blue to sail
Speeding northbound -- degraded -- more with each passing day
Light exposing each dollar -- and every dream I throw away
Words repeated mean nothing -- to me the least of all
Sound that drowns out all troubles -- I hear the call.
Bringing blood to my ears -- giving words to my tears Caller holding the line - Raw allegiance confines
Recycled half dead memories -- I play them all again it brings a smile to my face playing games I was never supposed to win "Red Letter Days" is the melody -- to keep the walls in place Reliving nights made of amber lights -- a sea of heads to keep the pace
Prevailing winds carry off again -- a great and terrible sound a living breathing pulsing noise -- causing foot to meet the ground red letter days cause soliloquy -- a sieve from brain to voice retrieving lies seen through rosy eyes -- believing soon becomes a choice
Rolling southward at midnight -- one of the chosen few
Finding no words, so I sit tight -- on a lovely mountain view
Words repeated mean nothing -- to me the least of all
Sound that drowns out all troubles -- I hear the call
With muddy greens and a sea of blue to sail