What If

what if it’s all fucked up
what if tonight it’s not enough

when I’m dying of thirst
and you won’t fill my cup
ain’t this just my luck

lookin’ for a good time
now I’m hung up
high on a hill

and all the people pass by
shakin’ their heads
rollin’ their eyes

are you tough enough
to rough em’ up
to embrace the distasteful taste
in the subterranean place

where oh where
do we go from here

I used to run laps in the rain
learned how to push thru the pain
that was good medicine
for this shameful brain

far too many
get lost in the good life

easy to write that
protected cozy and white tonight

they have so much to lose
having trouble with the booze

but outside of boston
I found some new grooves

baptized in the charles river
all dazed and confused

knowing deep down
that you’re more lost than found…