Lives underground when sun is up
Builds a house of cards in a hurricane
Keeps a running time while the race is on
Plays the chords of a song in the wrong style
Untrusting the months and weeks to come
A hardened life will begin to turn
Takes a seat on the rides at the carnival
In silence waiting for a moment in time
Stays away from the light of a casual smile
Needs a place to hide from all the bright faces
Only stops to see the scenery fly
On the way to a gleam in someone else's eye
Beats so many times that I've lost count
It's all I know, it's all I know