Of Dust and Dirt

Searchin, and hopin,
and thinkin, and prayin.
Surveyin the hillsides,
with options I’m weighin.
Oh day in and day out,
I found there’s not way out,
and I’m way outta line,
and I’m outta turn.
And I burn, and I say,
that this flame will not decay.
And I hope it’s alright,
if I come and stay the night.
But I’m here and you’re there,
and I’ve found I’m unaware,
of the circumstances,
of the other chances,
of all your previous romances.
It’s hard to say and I can’t assume.
I can’t rule out impending doom.
And it’s all for you,
cause you’re all I see,
and it might be true,
but it might be me.
And I might be dizzy,
whirling feet far off the ground.
Lost up from down,
it’s strange how life can spin you round.
There’s nothing left to feel for now.
There’s nothing left to say.
There’s nothing left to do,
to make this longing go away.
I don’t know how to deal with this.
I don’t know what’s okay.
And though I hate this loneliness,
I just can’t pass the days.
It’s set ablaze, I’m so confused
Is it that I let myself get used?
Is it so untrue that it must be false?
Is there anyway it’s any other’s fault?
And I can’t exalt myself from crimes,
when I’ve done the deed.
It’s just this loneliness,
and I’ve found myself in need.
And I know I bleed, and I know I hurt,
And I know that I been down in the dirt,
but I know that dirt will turn to dust,
but it just takes time.
And I’ll dust myself right off,
when the sun starts shinin.