Colder Than Cold
I think it just got colder than cold
When you said it could never work.
We get more and more ruthless as we start to get old.
I concur with your need to break free from the mold,
But I can hardly believe what I’ve just been told,
And that you could say it with such a smirk.
The whole town seems to want to just sulk and hide
As I step out into the foggy night.
My coat doesn’t touch the chill inside;
My plans I had built with so much pride;
The hopes I believed in which now have died.
I know that nothing can make it all right.
We never stop searching for where we belong;
To find the best pathway to getting along,
As we pass through the jungle of rights and of wrongs,
Seeking within what it means to be strong,
Doing our best to carry on.
I’d parked my car across the parking lot.
On its hood sits a man who is playing with a knife.
I feel for my cell phone, but I must have forgot
It there on the seat with my movie plot.
He sees me coming and he fires a shot,
So I turn and I run for my life!
I go back to the tavern, but the place has shut down.
There’s a convenience store across the street.
Should I take the train to get across town,
Or get the help I need for standing my ground?
“The phone doesn’t work,” says “the man” with a frown.
A young cripple begs something to eat.
When I get to my house, the police are there,
Following up on a crime.
The shot I had heard in the foggy air
Had hit an old woman in a rocking chair.
The cop is asking me, “were you really unaware
Of what happened in that place and time?”
"What made you park your vehicle so far from the bar
And then flee from the scene to the service station?
Now listen, I have no idea who you really are,
But I’ve read the screen play you left in your car,
And I’ve tested the urine you keep in a jar.
You’re under investigation!”
We never stop searching for where we belong;
To find the best pathway to getting along,
As we pass through the jungle of rights and of wrongs,
Seeking within what it means to be strong,
When the world is spinning out of control.
I said to the cop, “I’m not feeling so well.
Can we take it from here in the morning?”
He says, “I think you’ve got a story to tell,
And I can tell that you’re a criminal by the way that you smell,
So get in the squad car, ‘cause you’re going to hell,”
And he slaps on the hand cuffs without warning!
So I sit there and wonder just what’s coming next.
Was there damning evidence hidden somewhere on my phone?
I have many things to do. Now it’s so complex!
Will the inmates think I’m good for sex?
Why are there so many disconnects?
And why am I left so alone?
We never stop searching for where we belong;
To find the best pathway to getting along,
As we pass through the jungle of rights and of wrongs,
Seeking within what it means to be strong,
When we just don’t have a place we can go!
The morning came and went, but I’m up for release.
The judge thinks I seem to be okay!
I’m belched from the belly of the ravenous beast,
With a relentless hunger that never seems to cease.
I get some relief, but just a portion of peace,
It’s only this time I’ve got away!
Now, for all these things I’ve gone through, seems like nothing’s really changed,
Except I’m touching the place where I’ve been shaken.
Suddenly my prospects seem wonderful and strange.
What can I hold on to when my life’s been re-arranged?
What is my position in a world that’s been deranged?
Who do I become when I’ve been forsaken?
We never stop searching for where we belong;
To find the best pathway to getting along,
As we pass through the jungle of rights and of wrongs,
Seeking within what it means to be strong,
Living the convictions of our souls!
I think it just got hotter than hot
When she asked me to come on out to play!
Did she think somehow that I’d already forgot
How she’d cut me off when I liked her a lot.
I was morbidly engrossed, so I figure, “Then, why not
Go back out to see her anyway?”
I don’t know where it’s going, but I kind of like the fear.
I just want to get beyond that place we were!
And remember my love is what I’ve got right here;
That our time on earth is precious and I want to hold it dear,
And that in life’s rough and tumble it’s my goal to be clear,
And that’s the freedom that I want to share with her!
I’ll never stop searching for where I belong;
To find the best pathway to getting along,
As I pass through the jungle of rights and of wrongs,
Seeking within what it means to be strong,
And express what I’m feeling in my songs!
