Dead Ends

Spent a buck for every dime I earned

It's the story of my life

Down on my luck and now it's time I learned

Everything has it's price

But broken hearts and empty pockets

Don't determine wrong and rightWhen the thoughts that fill your head

Are the kind that make your eyeballs sweat at nightThe view from the alley and the view from the valley

Are empty and surrounded by dead ends

The bridges that I burned and the lessons that I learned

Don't amount to a damn thing in the endBeen accused and called a criminal

But I've yet to speak my mind

I may lose but the damage is minimal

And I'll soon respond in kind

I need an angel or a patron to save me

I need a message or a sign

Kings and queens have set me on their assorted paths

But I'll find my way in time