Sanborn Ave

The people I see are covered in old tattoos

I wonder what I'll think when

I'm old too

The house I live at

There are cars driving by

I watch the light as it slowly dies

Routine is killing me softly as it

Breaks my mind

Lonely nights and

A numbing vice to pass the time

Art work on graffitied streets

Decays to find

Bare concrete rock

With no life left inside

So when I wake up and the color's gone

Will you recognize my tired eyes?

The things that I've done?

Woah, oh oh

Woah, oh oh

Woah, oh oh

Woah, oh oh

Art work streets mask empty halls

Faded tattoos, stories wrapped around you

Faded skin, it's growing thin

Woah, oh oh

Woah, oh oh

Woah, oh oh

Woah, oh oh

And will this pass?

Will I wake up in the grass

Of your front lawn

My t shirt's gone

Oh, it's gone