Scott Ryan Ingersoll - Sick Day

Been singing in the abstract
Living in the concrete
It's the latter that breaks
Your face, when you fall
Somewhere in between
What remains
And circling the drain
Between holding with knuckles white
And failing to grasp it tight
I keep telling myself
This'll be the year
Stop singing songs no one will hear
It rings false as it leaves my lips
And it's too late, the artwork's off to print
With that off my chest
Even then I couldn't have guessed
The twists and turns in the course
We'd be driving toward
My God you tried to warn
Us before
It would cost more than we could afford
Dropped on this track we didn't want to be on
I can't lie and say
I'm not afraid of what's beyond
How much hope have you got
An inexhaustible supply
'Cos I'm on the other side
Of this dream and I am running dry
When it comes, don't be afraid
When you finally fall on your face
When you bend and your back breaks
Lay your burdens down
And pray the new day won't bring fresh hell

Written by:
Scott Ingersoll

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