42 Days

Catch me when you can, I’m the man you want to talk to
fourty two more days for I’m dead
If life were a bit more giving there’d be people who’d miss us when we’re gone
no one listens to a word we say
What I heard when my head was buried in the sand
could shine a light on who I really am
and I’d hate to pass it up
I’m just lucky I could find it
still I’d like to rewind it just one more time
And if you said it’s all for nothing, I would call it good for something
just to keep you from mumbling the wrong words
'Cause what I heard when my head was buried in the sand
could shine a light on who I really am
can I trouble you for a light
gotta win this fight
if it’s wrong, or if it’s right
I could use your help tonight