Tortured Mind

Standing on the border between insanity and fame
No one has to tell him ‘That is the nature of the game.’
Sun shines in his window…but all he ever sees is rain.
His mind just beats him senseless and aggravates his endless pain

Fighting for the freedom to believe that he is going home
An open invitation…an empty promise in his bones
His heart is flying faster than his body ever will
The road just winds around him and tries its best to get him killed

And all he ever wanted was a chance to show the world what he knew
Not too shy about it when the audience was shouting for the blues
Somewhere deep inside must be a place where he can hide
Got to find some sanctuary or he’ll lose his tortured mind