I’m walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind. Don’t get too close it’s dark inside, it’s where my demons hide: drink until they stop screaming your name. I’m down to my last drink, time to sell my things. Pack my bags and never look back. Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks. Make my getaway. How the hell did it end up like this? Why wasn’t I able to see the signs that I missed and try and turn the tables? I would stand in the wind, I was free like water flowing down under the warmth of the sun. Now it’s cold and I’m scared and everything’s been shaken…This doesn’t need to be the end: Just shut out the night and try to close your eyes. If you can find daylight then you’ll be alright…just not tonight. I’m caught in a hurricane. I’m leaving here dead or alive and I know that I’m willing to feel the pain if it gets me to the other side. Heavens gates won’t open up for me, with these broken wings I’ve fallen. These city streets ain’t got no love for me, I’m on the ledge of the eighteenth story. I’m so alone and I feel just like somebody else I ain’t changed but I know I ain’t the same. I seen the sun up ahead at the county line bridge saying all there’s good and nothingness is dead. Run until you’re outta breath, run until there’s nothing left. You’ve hit the end, it’s just you and the ledge. Funny how the good ones go too soon, but the good lord knows the reasons why I guess. Sometimes the greater plan is kinda hard to understand. Right now it don’t make sense, I can’t make it all make sense. God knows I’ve tried. Call me a sinner. It’s over, I still love you the same. Call me a saint. It’s over, I don’t want you to hurt. It’s all that I can say, so I’ll be on my way. Sometimes goodbye is a second chance. Don’t cry. You’ll never be lonely. Someday I’ll find a way to make it back, to walk you, to guide you through the darkest of your days. I’ll see you again, this side or the other. Say goodbye, turn around, and you’re gone. Fade into the setting sun, slip away.