He was an artist from another time
So carefully crafting the perfect rhyme
But he was unlucky in certain respects
Nothing was ever what he did expect
He always gave everything night after night
But timing is everything and he never got that part right
His sensitive soul was damaged with ease
And he couldn't recover from being nobody
Comfort and things couldn't fill the void
Desperately seeking attention from what he enjoyed
He always gave everything night after night
But timing is everything and he never got that part right
Where do you go when you've got no place
Lost and wandering, full of grace
There was a time back in the past
When everything was built to last
But now it's so different
Things just get thrown away
So many beautiful things are lost
In the avalanche of every day
He always gave everything night after night
But timing is everything and he never got that part right