Lyrics

It would be a miracle
If the only obstacle was
This me
So I think I'll try again
Back on the horse without a plan
Except to keep moving

Something tells me I'm in for a trick
Strong hand fails me, but the weak will stick
Whisper softly how I'm next to fail
Just puts more wind into my sail

So now I'm shaking dust
Last minute writer
I am not stuck like America's
Cyclical war hysteria
I'd like to think it's empirical
To think this empire will go broke
It's breaking down
Just look around