Composed, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
Took the clock off the wall, 'cause it won’t tell me when,
Packed the half-finished bag, so I'll know where I've been.
I hear your voice down the hallway, skipping in replay,
Counting all the reasons that kept me in your sway.
I’m done with it, done with all the staying where I’m small,
Done with it, ripping down the posters from your wall.
Cut the wire, flip the switch, watch my body hit the floor,
I’m done with it, don’t need that load no more.
Habits like handcuffs, neatly tight and lined with rust,
Promises like paper boats, sinking when the water’s rough.
I learned to speak under breath, and let my words fade to gray,
But I’m painting up a sunrise that won’t vanish away.
I’m done with it, done with all the staying where I’m small,
Done with it, ripping down the posters from your wall.
Cut the wire, flip the switch, watch my body hit the floor,
I’m done with it, don’t need that load no more.
No more rehearsing a heartache, no more lies so sweet,
I'll be seeking the places where I dream of unity.
If freedom has a melody, I’ll be shouting out the tune,
With courage in a beacon, meeting up with it soon.
I’m done with it, done with all the staying where I’m small,
Done with it, ripping down the posters from your wall.
Cut the wire, flip the switch, watch my body hit the floor,
I’m done with it, don’t need that load no more.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes
