Lead Balloon

Floating above life, death beckons to pull me down.
Maybe one day you'll know what it's like to have to choose.
One day Ill fly away..for I've all seen the beggar in us begging for a chance.
For no one has seen it in me.
Get a job and walk a mile in their shoes - maybe then you might know what it's like.
Mary read the paper today and heard about Tom. He's plea to the masses wasn't heard.
He nearly lost his head, soon to be dead. Motorbike gone, brains spilling.
The blood dribbled on the road, I wanted to play with it in the rain.
I was there and saw it all; helper, prayer, but helpless. Maybe you know what it's like to have to choose.
Seeing a strong man cry makes me weep. Once to look upto, now to look down on.
Sitting on the corner looking at the wheels spinning. Thinkng up some shit and ending up dead. Domestics Im told, hugs I can't give, no one hears, what's it's like.
The drumbeat stirs my imagination. Wakens my thoughts. Reality to it's sleep.
Sometimes I fear the uncertainly. Let the fear take the wheel and steer.
Whatever tonight brings, I may not be there. The water over wine, onto the wheel and drive. Like that dream that ate me away.
Open eyes, arms folded - you won't be there. One word can say it all. Nothing you would say.
No tomorrow. No temptation. To give in to the idea would consume the day I feel good.
Like every child, I should sit and listen. Look right through me. Heavy and still.
Like a lead balloon.