Switchblade

The road is endless and he walks alone

In his own mind he is walkin home

But what he runs from are demons that will tag along

And drag down at the duster of a vagabond

He keeps movin now only to slow the wrath

Carryin a switch blade and a photograph

Longin for a past, still he tries to start anew

And he hasn't giving up yet but he's starting to

See, he's driven every one of his dream cars down memory lane

Spent nights out in the white house and of course joy rides on every plane

Thinks he's keepin it sane, cooled by the rain, takin his aim, fueled by the pain

Of dreamin again and again of a life he'll never get to regain

Walkin in a world he's never known but he always knew

That in these streets he stands alone, never still he passes through

On the move, leavin everywhere he goes without a trace

Mindful of manufactured memories that have been erased

I run, but i fall

Can anyone, anyone at all

See what i see now

As the world ends tonight

How long, can i go

And will i last, even when i know

That there's no way out

As the world ends tonight

Hate in his heavy heart, wind on his weathered face

Struggles he hopes will him find a better place

Rememberin everything he had and what it was

Wishin he could lose this memory wonderin what it does

This life has him questioning his will to fight

But being left for dead doesn't go and make it right

Cause baron city blocks will make him tare his eyes out

Starved for the answers he falls down and cries out

Why me, me of all people

The same adam you built before me i am just the sequel

I am just an equal of any man, every man

That walked this earth before me please tell me that you give a damn

Give me something i can hold, show me something i can see

Loneliness is gettin cold, i need you here in front of me

Tell me to my face and rid me of the fear

Why me? why am i the last one here?

And as he looks around the cars are passing by

And faces line the streets, staring as he hides

Spending all this time alone and trapped within

The world had stayed the same, the one who'd left was him