Feather In Your Cap

Make a move with what you can

Dead waters rise higher than your mind

Disappointment is a feather in your cap

You want the truth so you can crush it in your handTheres no map, that can tell you where you are

Youre in between things that only go half way

Your tangled brain, your tired old refrain

Youd be singing it in your tired old asylumYou want the best, you want contests

My eyes are filled with prizes youve been showing

Your disappointment is a card up your sleeve

Place your bets at the door before you leave