A Silver Chain

Sonny boy wore a silver chain

And he sold the tracks for the train

But I've got a hat in my hand that fit my best to a T

Broken easily

Took the street from the curb below

Where it's too disturbing to go

Holding a needle in my hand above the symphony

Broken easily

While the trumpets blare

Dissipate to air

And I've got praying hands hanging

From a silver chain

With a talent for catastrophe

I can't explain

When i count the steps to safety

That i know will protect me

The pain it just doesn't move

Away from me