Off the Rails!

Shot trip!

                                                             

                                                                

Off The Rails

Flying down the track, still in the car, but barely hanging on,

one hand clinging tight to reality, but my grip is almost gone.

Reality to the left of me, in the distance, reality to the right,

but I'm looking straight ahead, I must be quite a sight.

 

A bug-eyed freak, searching for myself, searching for the truth,

riding the crazy train, getting short-tempered, but long in the tooth

The older I get, the less this living s**t makes sense.

Most things I used to do for fun are all past-tense.

 

Like it or not, changes hit me over time, and over the head.

I'm just hanging on to the here and now by a thin piece of thread!