The Day Walk (Never Before)

In your green room sit with a candle lit
 On a charcoal bed of dreams you carry on
 Though the streets are hot you can steal a lot
 But you can walk out and forget
 There isn't time to take a loan
 But you're now into something
 That you were immune to before
 And there wasn't a sign
 You just fell into line at the door
 And the question stands in the palms of hands
 Of the wretches picking pieces of their minds
 Up off the floor
 On the mantel place there is still a trace
 Of the plastic face you hung your moments on
 And the sudden scare of a landing there
 On the scene that you don't care to even see
 When you're alone
 But the day is too short
 And you can't find support in the sun
 You had thought you'd decide
 To just stick out the ride as it comes
 But the emptiness of a thing that's less
 Than what it was thought to be
 Has left you wondering
 Just how much more?