Life has lost its music.

I drink less,

I smoke less,

I smile less,

I care more,

I sleep more,

but things are more disappointing. 

Even music disappoints 

and I feel that we disappoint 

the world.

Human consequences 

have sucked the glass dry 

and I am party to this. 

A spoil sport. 

I want nothing to do

with all the places I go

and the people who I meet. 

I want nothing more

than less 

of the things

I cannot drop. 

There is a space called balance.

It is nowhere to be found. 

My feet fumble to the roar of traffic

and I'm married to the road. 

Life has lost its music.

I drink less,

I smoke less,

I smile less,

I care more,

I sleep more,

but things are more disappointing. 

Even music disappoints 

and I feel that we disappoint 

the world.

Human consequences 

have sucked the glass dry 

and I am party to this. 

A spoil sport. 

I want nothing to do

with all the places I go

and the people who I meet. 

I want nothing more

than less 

of the things

I cannot drop. 

There is a space called balance.

It is nowhere to be found. 

My feet fumble to the roar of traffic

and I'm married to the road.