Button and thread
keeps goin' around in my head
I had a sleep with no dreams
a plague of my nights
a life with no seams
is this any way to live
to serve up my daily sights
adrift in blight
and walk these deserted streets
an empty shell
looking for sunshine
looking for a flame
trying to remember my secret
junior high school crush's name
ok i got it but it all feels the same
tired of the telephone sales force
with their schemes and scams
perfecting the art of the flim flam
receiving text messages
from corporations looking for bread
shall I now consider them friends
where did the sweet days go
when did the lilac nights slip away
did Springtime decide to stay at bay
no, the blame's on me
and not on the Wind
one day I was alive and then I became
a member of the walking dead
feeling no pain, feeling dread
again
what was it that the gypsy said?
as I look further down the road
I do wonder what's ahead
looking for a button
looking for a thread

the apache kid