| Words and Music: Dale H. Wicks |
| Painkiller |
| Maybe I could make sense of this If I were rested Maybe life takes too much time Maybe daytime has a path As it drips into twilight Or maybe I'm just running blind But I can't be blind, because I see it Flashing by; I am seeing My whole life float away And all that I can do is waste my time I wish that this was just a phase Of my being An easy problem to define I wish that life didn't make sense And I didn't question. I wish that I were running blind |