Inside Out

 

I sit here in prison.

Alone.

 

Johnny Cash playin’.

He’s right.

Sound of trains

tortures me.

 

It just took a few seconds.

 

It’s been twenty-three years.

I don’t think about it no more.

 

Because it also tortures me.

I felt indestructible.

A hot head got me cold time.

 

No one seems to care.

 

My so-called buddies used to come by.

Couple of them has been in and out of here.

But mostly it’s just me.

 

How can one drunken moment define

who I am for the rest of my life?

 

Well, I’ve got a surprise for you.

Yeah, you.

 

You’re in prison too.

 

Before you came here

you were able to fly on some astral plane.

The angels I found told me all about it.

 

Now you’re stuck in a cell like me.

And I don’t feel so bad.