what was lost

and all this up and down

makes it hard to get rid of this frown

it sometimes appears to be rich

and i feel a certain calm

but life can be a raging bitch

i can hold it in my palm

it looks at me and winks and gives a little laugh

am i here for myself? or on someone else's behalf?

well, i take a deep breath and stick out my thumb

hoping to feel the breeze

but i'm simply too numb

sitting on my shadow down on my knees

there's a man or a woman flashing smiles on the tv

asking their audience whatever they might want to be

and it's available for free:

no need to search into deeper space

no need to go forward or to retrace

there are lines to follow and they'll point the way

asking for your memories before they take them away

and in the end instead of asking each other

there's only a momentary shudder

and a flicker when the big screen goes blank

and there's no one to blame and no one to thank

you'll never wonder

what you drank

or what was lost 

or what was the ultimate cost

and all this up and down

makes it hard to get rid of this frown

it sometimes appears to be rich

and i feel a certain calm

but life can be a raging bitch

i can hold it in my palm

it looks at me and winks and gives a little laugh

am i here for myself? or on someone else's behalf?

well, i take a deep breath and stick out my thumb

hoping to feel the breeze

but i'm simply too numb.