On the Mend

Chaos is a covered track we can’t stop running on;

and busting through the ages we’re only follies pawn.

Tomorrow’s never promised. Today comes back again. 

I can’t endure what came before; I’m never on the mend.  

 

No matter what the day holds, compunction’s in the rear;

and breathing down my neck, and yet the hope is never-near,

I’m stuck on track, no looking back; the weary, wild, and worn,.

No time to wait, deliberate, this fate I’m fleeing from.  

 

CHORUS1  

And though I’ve gone the distance, the world passed me by. 

Can’t tear the seams of destiny, although I try and try.

I’ve seen the sadness aging; I did it all again. 

Collapse in fear, no end is near, forever on the mend.  

   

With the sorrow and the rage, I’m shrugging off the sweat,

and every pace, I see a face of someone that I’ve met,

The minutes burn, like sunshine, the con-tours of my face.

The hours pass so goddamn fast I’ll never win this race.  

   

I turn around to look behind there’s someone in the rear;

and breathing down my neck and yet some hope is ever-near.

I’m stuck on this track, no looking back; weary, wild and worn.

No time to wait, deliberate, this fate I’m fleeing from.  

 

CHORUS 2  

Though I’ve gone the distance, the world passed me by.

Can’t tear the seams of destiny, although I try and try.

I’ve seen the sadness aging. I did it all again.

The tables turned, my skin is burned; forever on the mend.