Make It On Your Own If You

The High Ideals And Promises You Once Dressed The Future In Are Dancing In The Embers With The Wind.

I Let Her Do Some Of My Laundry And She Slipped In A Few Meals In Between, And Next Thing I Remember, She Was All Moved In.

Famine And Disaster, Right There In Front Of You, And The More You Watch, The Less You Do.

No Matter How Fast I Run, I Can't Get Away From Me.

I Look Around For The Friends I Used To Turn To Pull Me Through. Looking Into Their Eyes, I See Them Running, Too.