A Bridge Over Novocaine

Well, something imperfect the darkest white lie

And honesty’s not a preferred reply

Tip-toe’ing you-know applies the same weight

We’re grinning before

Our novocaine

I’m packing my bag for another red-eye

Rewriting my story with auto-reply

The voice in my head just spitting out pain

Thought I was in my bed, but I’m still on the train

If life is a road

The meaning is gold

Like the rivers that run

It’s here and it’s gone

We travel alone

And call it our home

Destination unknown

Disconnect on our own

A bridge over a broken river runs dry

The sleeping dogs woken

A dead-end road sign

And nothing is so old to hide from today

What else fills the gap?

Left from words you don’t say

Nobody cares what you never had said

“No rest for the wicked” or “Rest when your dead”?

Born blessed with a ticket

A mirror in your head

You can’t erase, erase engraved lead

If life is a road

The meaning is gold

Like the rivers that run

It’s here and it’s gone

We travel alone

And call it our home

Destination unknown

Disconnect on our own