Paul foglino

Its getting late and Im getting torn
Between a lonely night and an ugly morn
I dont even know if I can hold my own
But what can I do for you?
My feet are hurting from walking on a wire
But I cant be a lover if I wont be a liar
Im not too sure how its supposed to be
But I cant love nothing that dont love me

Pick my feet up off the ground
No floor below and no walls around me
Aint afraid of dying
If I aint falling I must be flying

Youre getting bored when youre living fast
You can only be sure when your time is past
A well laid plan is all right if
Youre a dying man or a working stiff
I cant keep walking in my fathers shoes
Doing the sidewalk shuffle to the highway blues
If I aint working from sun to sun
Im never gonna hate the things Ive done

Ive talked to people who say theyve seen it all
Who say that Id only listen I would heed the call
If you think you can believe it cause youve seen it with your eyes

Just because you aint burning, you think its paradise
Faith is forever and fame is temporary
But you cant cross the jordan on the staten island ferry
You might as well eat it if youve already picked it
Cause you cant ride to heaven on a round trip ticket