Shots of rusty buildings
Wooden beams decayed
Commander in the sky
Let nature overtake

The passing an attraction
The saints that passed away
Parading my direction
Waiting for the smallest sign of change

Sadness like my hometown,
The finger of my crippled hand
Sadness much like family
I could try and pretend

That she don’t belong to me
Because I am ashamed
But she’s with me in every photograph
All lined up and framed

Like silent movie actors I might exagerate
When I tell you that I’m lost
That I’m about to loose my faith
But I ask you to keep me company
I need courage for the day
‚Specially when the morning’s rainy ‚Specially when the skies are grey