Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

The evening fuels my misery
The faceless demons howl at me
I'm racing from my memories of love.
I held the necklace in my hand
And tried so hard to understand
While the universe continued to expand.
Let me crawl inside my hole
And try to build another soul.

Out of the wasteland
Into the quicksand
Sinking deeper each day.
Caught in the slip-stream
Lost in a day-dream
I get on my knees and pray
That help is on its way.

Inside the doorway of my mind
The lamplight harlot cannot hide
She breaks my heart and steals my pride and laughs
The madman comes and rants and raves
And dances on my shallow grave
And tells me nothing you have saved will last.
Someone take my bleeding heart
And tell me when the healing starts.

Out of the wasteland
Into the quicksand
Sinking deeper each day.
Caught in the slip-stream
Lost in a day-dream
I get on my knees and pray
That help is on its way.

While cardboard cut-outs leap and lurch
I halfway roam and halfway search
While midnight angels in the church they sing.
They promise me that I'll be free.
And take my harp away from me
And I wonder what my liberty will bring.
Maybe something I can hold?
Or just a story to be told.

Out of the quicksand
Into the promised land
I put my faith in the day by day.
Saved from the daydream
Released by a primal scream
I know it's true when I say
That help is on its way.