Buried deep inside myself
I crawl for light but I know I am losing
I fight my weight
I fight my health
It's not my fault
It's everybody else
On certain days the applause is great
I hear it loud and feel that I am winning
Then over my shoulder appears a crow
That's not a good sign
Not a good look for me
Under the covers
I can recover
At minimum I need a daydream
Then in the morning
When I hear that horn
I didn't sleep
From across the room I see you sway
It stills my heart
But that dance wasn't meant for me
There's a time and place for honesty
So shut your mouth and treat this as a library
I roll the dice and to my surprise
It's coming up Steve's
So there just might be some hope for me
Then over my shoulder appears that crow
That's not a good sign
Not a good look for me
Under the covers
I can recover
At minimum I need a daydream
Then in the morning
When I hear that horn
I didn't sleep
Mr. Duritz and me
August and everything after
Mr. Duritz and me
Mr. Duritz helped me through
Through