Damned if I do
Damned if I don't
My conscience sprung a leak
Now I'll see if I can float
Summer is waning now
Winter is on the prowl
I may curl into a ball
I bet I make it out without a doubt
An angel upon his dark cloud
Looking down he can't figure it out
Can he become a man
And keep his wings and keep his slate gray clout?
A rock and a hard place
A lock on a cracked safe
The vision is drenched in colour
Reality's walls and walls and walls of slate gray