A Raindance in Traffic

I’m fantasizing about doing a raindance in traffic
I’m fantasizing about a storm to wash me away
If you’d study the laugh-lines, you’d see that I’m cracking
I spent six months now feeling like dead weight
The fighter in me must have died a long time ago
I must have been watching his ghost;
Just going through the motions, just putting on a face
It feels like 1929 and I’m on the verge of a great collapse today
Every window in this house faces a brick wall
I’m panicked and absent like a bird in a cage
The word from the front lines says that we’re out-gunned
But I can’t walk away, no, I can’t walk away, no, I can’t
I was just happy to be a contender
I was just aching for anything
And I used to have such steady hands but
Now I can’t keep 'em from shaking
I can’t keep 'em from shaking