Morning comes
the sun will rise
the second hand sweeps
the sleep from my eyes.
One more day after one more night
of secondhand dreams
filling my mind.
I can't seem to get ahead
of these secondhand blues
while laying in bed
I get up and run instead
from the secondhand fears
that live in my head
No more walls to hide behind.
No more secondhand goodbyes
One more lonely lullaby
The second hand still keeping time.
Sometimes it feels
like it's coming undone.
This secondhand life
of the man I've become
I know the truth
isn't quite what it seems
the curtain will rise
on the secondhand scene.
Another act another stage
the second hand sweeps
the dust off the page
the words once written
with secondhand rage
are lost in one man's coming of age
No more walls to hide behind.
No more secondhand goodbyes
One more lonely lullaby
The second hand still keeping time.
No more walls to hide behind.
No more secondhand goodbyes
One more lonely lullaby
The second hand still keeping time.
