They say there ain't no problems that a little time won’t take away, But I swear every morning I get up I feel the same as yesterday, I wonder if I’ll have to cry to prove it hurts, But I know in the end (they say) we all get our just desserts, There’s a shack up in the valley and a house up on the high hill, It’s a shame when you know you can but you never will, But there’s no way to get clean when the river runs dry, When you’ve sold all you can sell and bought all you can buy.

Like a tired ghost wondering thru the catacombs, I’m living in this house that I can't call, home, The lonesome moon cries for the midnight, The chimney sweeps seem to pause in mid-flight, In the essence of this darkness my spirit does roam, Searching for that home away from home.

All the love in the world sometimes I can feel it flow, But sorrow's hand won’t loosen her grip to let it go, Seems like the bad always gets the best of the good, But I know me and I think you’ll agree that we never try as hard as we could, All the wasted pryers that just roll like smoke up to the sky, And all the frozen tears that never make it thru the tear-ducts to the eye, We all feel tough like stone and we're really amazed when we see someone fall apart, But it’s only the heartless ones who ever die of a broken heart.

Like a tired ghost wondering thru the catacombs, I’m living in this house that I can't call, home, The lonesome moon cries for the midnight, The chimney sweeps seem to pause in mid-flight, In the essence of this darkness my spirit does roam, Searching for that home away from home.

Got nothing to offer when you want so much to give, And what makes us think life has to be like this or that life is just to live, We can figure out the tricky parts it’s the simple things that are tough, We know when we want some more but we never know when enough is enough, It’s a little to late to ask for help after you’ve signed your suicide note, With not the greatest insight but the best intentions this you wrote, I can't go on anymore; so life wins with death, You didn’t realize that you defeat life with each passing breath.

Like a tired ghost wondering thru the catacombs, I’m living in this house that I can't call, home, The lonesome moon cries for the midnight, The chimney sweeps seem to pause in mid-flight, In the essence of this darkness my spirit does roam, Searching for that home away from home.

You can't fill in the void there are no such ways known, All the answers to the questions are there alright they just have not been shown, And people do what they want regardless of right and wrong, And they care less about the singer than they do the song, We’ve got a mouth to feed; a soul to be saved and an innocence to be lost, And we’ll sell even our dreams to cover the cost, And it’s here I stand; before this alter of confusion, I’ve felt the flesh I’ve seen the ghost and I still don’t know which is the illusion.

Like a tired ghost wondering thru the catacombs, I’m living in this house that I can't call home, The lonesome moon cries for the midnight, The chimney sweeps seem to pause in mid-flight, In the essence of this darkness my spirit does roam, Aim for the heart mother carry me home.

Sept. 86