MAYBE, HALF PAST TEN
PERHAPS, ITS ONLY NINE
RUNNING OUT OF ROAD
RUNNING OUT OF TIME
PEOPLE ASK ME WHEN,
AND HOW YOU WRITE YOUR RHYMES?
I ONLY HOLD THE PEN
I DON’T SUPPLY THE LINES
SOON THE DARKNESS COMES
A FLICKER IN THE LANTERN
LIFE STUMBLES AND IT RUNS
SPINNING LIKE A DANCER
THERE WAS A LONELY BOY
MAYBE, NINE OR TEN
HEARTACHE, HIS ONLY LOVE
FATE HIS ONLY FRIEND
SO, THERE THE MASTER BLEND
A FISTFUL OF DISASTER
STIRRING EVER FASTER