This city under anesthesia
Sprawled out cold with winter rain
Holds only echoes, ancient memories
Of songs that used to ease the pain
I've walked these silent streets at morning
And wondered just how long it's been
Since I last saw the world in motion
Or heard the laughter of a friend
A languid, hazy fog goes drifting
And winds its way on through the night
And with it flow the dreams of better days
When hope was high, the future bright
A solemn sight, a bleak reminder
Finds me everywhere I go
And what to make of fate, this feeling
I couldn't say, I just don't know
'Cause I'm finding more of me, though less of everything I had
And I still see the sun and feel the wind and find I'm glad
And I could throw away the only life I have to live
But I can't shake the thought that there is more to give and to receive
So I breathe deep
A silver sun, a vacant freeway
Cracked and scarred beneath my feet
Extends ahead in endless welcome
To somewhere Earth and Heaven meet
Whatever might be out there waiting
Belongs to fantasy and faith
Until I step across that threshold
And leave behind a life erased
'Cause I'm finding more of me, though less of everything I had
And I still see the sun and feel the wind and find I'm glad
And I could throw away the only life I have to live
But I can't shake the thought that there is more to give and to receive
So I breathe deep