The suicidal notions from the man that cannot leave
Anxiety and crisis are not far from his sleeve
I clung to you hoping that perhaps we both might drown
Is there any evidence that the bad guy has left town?
If I should dig much deeper it gets scary what I might find
I ain’t no restitution for the vanquished and the blind
How can I deliberate where I maybe got it wrong
And how can I return to what once I called my home?