Words and Music

Is there something wrong with me?

(That's right)

Ripping through the walls

Tearing at the doors of education

Not that it's my fault

I just can't help but sort through the pieces

Secluded from the whole

I focus at the board, I'm out of focus

There must be a way

There's got to be a way to overcome this

It's these words and music

That keeps me living, keeps me breathing

It may not be much

But this is all I got and I'm smiling

It all seems so pointless

The hours seem endless and for what?

I'd rather be working

Breaking my back doing something

At least I have my brothers, my band and my lover

What more could I need?

It's these words and music

That keeps me living, keeps me breathing

I buried my friend the other day

And I saw my life in a different way

It was a cold afternoon for a funeral

I did not shed a tear as I watched the snow fall

Is there something wrong with me?

When did I become this empty?

As I gazed down at his grave

I knew that someday I'd end up

That way!