September 29, 1996

It's been a long time since I've seen your face
it's distant
it's more than a faded memory
it's leaving
sometimes it's like everyone's walking away
no more believing
everyone's finding someone else
except me
I'm hanging ...

The sun's going down a little sooner
it's hiding
and everyone is holding someone's hand
I'm hiding
everyone says they don't understand
my writing
but what does it matter
I'm not writing to them
I'm scribbling ...

faded ink, faded days
faded times, fading lives
spell a tear, spare a care
the poor man, lives and dies
for a song

Who do you talk to, when you're feeling ill?
do they listen
I guess you got each other, you're never alone
I got my writing
would they stay with you, if you let them all down?
they would try to
but when you go too far, it's like they don't care
it's so quiet

faded ink, faded days
faded times, fading lives
spell a tear, spare a care
the poor man, lives and dies
for a song

Another year, this street grows older
it cracks
I want to escape, but where am I going?
maybe home again
I'm starting to age, I'm getting too old for this
but I'm so young
when I get up, who am I rising for?
for no one

faded ink, faded days
faded times, fading lives
spell a tear, spare a care
the poor musician, lives and dies
for a song
for a word
for a hand for a friend.