the day broke through the window
like golden drapes on a ghost.
then i gazed out to the busy street
where there were zero souls at most.
i'd love to hunt you down and steal you
but i know i've got to wait.
'cause what i want don't mean nothing
in the face of fate.
you should crush a man with boulders
before you leave him on his own.
i used to love a girl so young
that she didn't even know.
now i'm just a middle aged man
working like a mule.
i can't help but think something's wrong
when people being used like tools.