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Grand in the Avenue
On an X in the sand I lay
Across a thousand miles
In the passing of the day I sigh
Settled in my hopelessness
The motions carried out so blindly
They seem like ages ago
The bitter and the sour taste
Still they linger, fade a bit
Elephants crossing
The streets littered with waste
A thousand yards of pavement
Stitched with yellow lines
It doesn't matter where I go
Or what surrounds me there
I'm crippled in so many ways
With a phantom taking root in me
You could hand me some closure
What would it mean by now?
The past has taken a bite of me
It doesn't seem like it's growing back
The list unrolled seems endless
A pit in me grows deeper by the hour
A thousand feet below the Earth
To swallow my worries whole
Upon seclusion I'll fall to pity
Maddened by the silence about the halls
The loosening wires will all but dissolve
And I'll be free to snap
I could fall in love a thousand times
God knows if it would be the same
The familiar sense of binding
It still has some hold on me
The iron in my skull
The heavy in my heart
The fire that burns my finger tips
It all combines to nothing
And since nothing is all I've got
And all I've got to look forward to
I might just be grateful
As long as it comes by the thousands.
