Nothing left to loose.
Nothing more to win.
Doctor can you fix me?
No, it really doesn't seem much use.
The best thing I've done with my life
is made a truce.
Nothing left to loose.
Nothing more to win.
The sinews are all stretched out.
The synapses have mostly frayed.
I can no longer talk to the living.
Some days I know
I've been here longer than I should have stayed.
Nothing left to loose.
Nothing more to win.
The icy rain falls like bullets.
The blank streets remind me of where I'm not.
Ten years ago I escaped over-familiarity,
Ten years later what a lean harvest I have wrought.
Nothing left to loose.
Nothing more to win.
Doctor, you cannot fix me.
I do not know why I have come.
Fading seems a grim solution.
To go unquietly with the setting sun.
Nothing left to loose.
Nothing more to win.
Copyright Monday, May 2nd, 2011
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Melissa A Howells / Meloo/ Tilt-a-World
Steely Dan...they say you must be joking son, where did you get those blues?