It's day three and I've hit a wall Been going door to door... and I'm too tired to knock Moving in slow motion Pavement hopping, raincoat dancing... seems so inviting This downpour has filled my cup His funeral spells like fresh peonies The wind stopped for a moment... as if to question what wasn't there The empty ground opened its mouth Survive the visual These stories hit peaks with an outlook of starvation... a death of a Salesman Where do I go? What do I say? I need to bring you in... show me the way Show me the way