300 Cranes
It was a different time
Another life it seemed
He'd pay the price
For broken schemes and broken dreams
A man-child on the road of the damned.
I feel kind of empty
I feel kind of down.
I got to get me right.
300 cranes.
300 cranes.
300 cranes.
Build them up and tear them down
Again.
I watched him fold into the night
One page at a time.
His eyes were glazed
His fingers amazed
On the edge of a dime.
I feel kind of empty
I feel kind of down.
I got to get me right.
300 cranes.
300 cranes.
300 cranes.
Build them up and tear them down
Again.
He stopped, paused, and looked around
Like it was meant to be.
"If I could do it tonight,
I could set them free."
I feel kind of empty
I feel kind of down.
I got to get me right.
300 cranes.
Build them up,
Tear them down again.