MELTDOWN
R. E. TodaroHe waits for the season's first snow
Locked miserably in his room
It's been a long week
And there's still more to come
If he doesn't get some sleep
Then he'll be done
His bone's getting weak
Can no longer run
All work, no play
No time for fun
He's breaking down
He's over-worked
But still he's pushing himself
Beyond his limits
Tension is the fuel
Fear is the energy
It's time to take things out of gear
Tension is the fuel
Fear is the energy
It's time he sets himself straight
Unconscious
Buried in the pillow
He's late
Internal clock's broken
He missed the train
It left the station a lifetime ago
So close to the dream will he ever recover?
So close to the dream or is he out of steam?
He can't find a cure
He can't find a lover
He's lost it all and now he suffers
A breakdown of the body
A meltdown of the mind
Walking the world
Walking it blind
Searching the whole world
Looking for a sign
Can't find it now and he's running out of time