A Raindance In Traffic

I'm fanaticizing about doing a rain dance in traffic.
I'm fanaticizing about a storm to wash me away.
If you'd study the laugh-lines, you'd see that I'm cracking.
I spent six months now feeling like dead weight
The fighter in me must have died a long time ago.
I must have been watching his ghost; just going through the motions, just putting on a face.

It feels like 1929 and I'm on the verge of a great collapse today.

Every window in this house faces a brick wall.
I'm panicked and absent like a bird in a cage.
The word from the front lines says that we're out-gunned but I can't walk away.
No, I can't walk away; No, I can't.

The fighter in me must have died a long time ago.
I must have been watching his ghost; just going through the motions, just putting on a face.

It feels like 1929 and I'm on the verge of a great collapse today.

I was just happy to be a contender; I was just aching for anything.
I used to have such steady hands, now I can't keep them from shaking.

I was just happy to be a contender; I was just aching for anything.
I used to have such steady hands, now I can't keep them from shaking.

I was just happy to be a contender; I was just aching for anything.
I used to have such steady hands, now I can't keep them from shaking.