Time has moved on,
And the "good times" sometimes seem to...

1st Verse:
A little boy lies awake in his bed...

I know I hurt you; and all the pain I put you...
in my drinking days...

Nothing new,
Nothing fresh...

I'm a creative mastermind,
Working as if blind...

Greetings, intruder, may I inquire what you are...
I feel every shovelful of the earth that you poke...

1st verse:
You're saying to me she thought it was hopeless...

You are the morning, and to me, the evening star,
You are a burning ember, but illumination from...

Opened eyes...breathing mouths,
Light alive by the God-giving sun...

Slinking along, trying to remember where you are,
You feel the keys jangle, but where is the car...

What are we?
What are we worth...

Sitting here, I try to keep my chin up,
But it isn't an easy thing to do...