Desperate Man

How many lonely nights… I couldn’t fight away the tears?
How many dreary days… I tried to pray away the fears?
If I could shake it, I just might make it… beyond the other side
But I’ve run so hard, only come this far – it’s like I never tried

I'm a desperate man... a slaver's son,
a holy mess... with a loaded gun
I'm a desperate man... with burning eyes,
praying "carry me to paradise..."

Like a prisoner… in chains no one can see
A dead man walking… down the hall to eternity
If I could shake it I just might make it – at the corner break free
But hope just smolders… like a ship on fire… at sea

I'm a desperate man... a slaver's son,
a holy mess... with a smoking gun
I'm a desperate man... with empty eyes,
praying "carry me to paradise..."

In uncertainty of everything I’ve heard
I take the leap of doubt into the peace of the absurd
What’s left? Who’s right? I know only up and down.
Will I reach the heights when my feet have hit the ground?

I'm a desperate man... a slaver's son,
a holy mess... with an empty gun
I'm a desperate man... with tired eyes,
praying "carry me to paradise..."

©5/30/2012 by Bob Young