I know, I ain’t cool enough for you,
ain’t big enough for you,
ain’t young enough now,
not pretty any more—
if I ever was.
Thought I’d get some respect, though:
for stickin’ with it when it got hard,
not givin’ up when friends fell through.
And for always tellin’ the truth,
(mostly in love).
I’ve tried and tried and tried, and
I’m tired, tired, tired
of waiting for life and love,
or something to come around.
I’ve chased it,
(but not too hard),
and I’ve waited for something to go my way,
but even God’s promises
seem to stay away.
The life is a vapor.
Lucky people trap and distill it,
then drink or smoke it, but still it
dissipates and disappears.
Where are my tears?
Even those got blown away.
Dust In the Wind,
Kansas used to say.
I’ve gone beyond burnout;
the wood is dry, Lord.
Fire fall down;
burn it all to the ground,
my hopes and dreams and lies.
Maybe then, before the end,
God will make the Phoenix rise.