Doin' Time

Another stab at getting through

Another mess you’re running to

One more colored word you'll never hear

And the spirit heals as the soul reveals

And the past begins the fade

No more being locked up in a cage

What I am, what you are

What I never meant to be

What I know your eyes will never see

What I am, what you are

What I never meant to be

What I know you'll never be to me

One more chance to clear the air

To rectify and to repair

The pieces of what never should have been

We all construct our beds to lie

Make no mistake I know my crimes

But I’m finished with the doing of the time

Another stab at getting through

Another mess you’ve run me to

One more colored word you'll never hear

And the spirit heals as the soul reveals

And the past begins the fade

No more being locked up in your cage