Drag On

 
I am the drag on, dragging on, I’ve been up to the sky to touch the lights and now I’m back down in the skip rummaging in the rubbish

Won’t you tell me?

I’m not worthy of all your technological marvels

Onwards, upwards, dragging on, with steel clad sides and smelly breath

I said to him put that in there, it was me who wagged a finger there!

Downwards, under, it grovels in pity
Finding its way forward again

Don’t hint at what’s underneath, don’t fall back into your wallow

Yet wallowing is all I know these days with parenthesis to program the way

Forget Yellowstone, forget Margret Thatcher, forget Mumbai, forget whatever the reason was, why?

I don’t like it

You’ve taken my Jimmy, you’ve taken my Johnny, but still I’m bouncing around, finding new ways, finding a new pale spring, to pluck at the heart of a wanderer

Well back to the drag and misery, back down again to the awful truth

Life drags on, on into death, please forget that I even lived, that I even breathed the same air as you

Feel the wings of depression soar, drag on forever

Drag on