A Poor Boys Mansion (In a Hollow Sky)

Within a fingers grasp
Was everything I had ever wanted
But it all went too fast
Leaving me drained and haunted

To see the down side of noon
No one here but me to confide in
Just like a lead balloon
Punching through the horizon

So maybe I drive too fast
I hit Route 1 at a thousand miles an hour
And of all the things I’ve passed
I don’t think I’ve made it there at last
…But I’ll trace my way through its silhouette

So life rages on
Through many a strange and darkened night
That will blur into one
As your world turns and fights

You just grow to accept it
Written here long ago
With smiles and poor portraits
All lined up and painted for the show

So maybe I drink too much
The eternal quest for the bottom of the bottle
But sometimes it’s not enough
To free me from the grip of these cuffs
… But I’m still drinking from the cup