GONE

I'M OUT SO MUCH
MY LIFE FEELS GOING GONE
DOWN THAT ENDLESS SHAFT
BRILLIANT HEADLIGHTS CARVE
MY WORLD IS SPINNING DAFT
SOMETHING IN ME IS ABOUT TO STARVE
SPARKS THAT LAND IN MY HANDS
FIREFLIES IN THE APARAGUS
BURN OUT LIKE ROCKING BANDS
MY LIFE IS GOING GONE, GOING GONE

CAN'T BEAT THIS FEELING DOWN
WITH CLUBS OF WORD OR ALCOHOL
CAN'T WRAP MY HANDS AROUND
GOING GONES GRIP YOU SEE
SLOWLY LIKE AN ANACONDA SNAKE
THAT WORKS TO STRANGLE ME
AND SWALLOW ME WHOLE
DREAMS BURNED IN A BONG
A PRAYER'S SUBLTE DOLE
MY LIFE FEELS GOING GONE

IF I STAYED IN ONE PLACE
CHEWING CUD INTO MUD
WOULD I STILL FEEL GOING GONE?
IF I WAS DOING WHAT I DREAMED
PLAYING MUSIC FOR AVALON
WOULD I BE SATISFIED?
OR DO WE JUST ALL
WANT TO GET BACK
TO WHERE WE WERE BEFORE
OUR LIFE FELT GOING GONE
GOING GONE, GOING GONE.