music written by Jillianne Wright, lyrics by Scott Stambaugh
lyrics
Hair is greyin' and my branch is swayin'
I got nothing left to give
Standing here as I disappear
This world ain't about me any more
I got lost in the car exhaust
I got nothin' left to give
I been tryin', it ain't gratifyin'
when you don't know what you're doin' it for
you don't know what you're doin' it for
There's an edge for steppin' off right now
If you cannot see the sun
from the path on which you run
just get off it you're finally done
Ain't no glory to your hard luck story
You've got nothing left to give
Each page turned is a lesson learned
the print is just too small for your eyes
You got trailed by some hungry whale
You've got nothing left to give
No control in your small dark hole
This world is deaf to all your futile cries
There's an edge for steppin' off right now
If you cannot see the sun
from the path on which you run
just get off it you're finally done
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