Number 24
June 11th, 2009


Looks like your world is a little overloaded
Out of step and over bloated with the
Expectations you've collected
And all the little promises you've neglected

Balance, it's been a long old time
Since you had balance
Life is the judge and you fit the crime

To every road there's a fork now and then
To every rule there's a little bit of bend
But every turn I see you take, a little closer to the line
A little closer to the break

Everyone knows and you keep smiling
You've got demons and they're all speed dialing with a
Room at the end where the party's going on
Who pulled the plug, Billy, who, now you're surely gone