Off Track

The notes were fine, I swear to God
And from what I’d found, produced happy sounds
At least pound for pound
But off paper they proved dissonant
Depressing songs fill my lungs
I cannot fathom why I got off the tracks
But I can’t get back
And I miss you happiness
The paints were bright and beautiful
All the finest hues, greens and blues, by the slews and slews
But the room, somehow, felt desolate
And near everyday seemed a shade of gray
And I just don’t know how I got off the tracks
And I can’t get back
And I miss you happiness
Bargain my life away
I gave my soul to the devil himself
I’m writing to all my friends, dead and gone,
That I won’t see them again
The script had all the elements
All the comic cues, with a joke or two, all the dos and dos
But a subtext lurked in near every scene
And a sadness shone, a frustrated tone
God, I don’t know why I got off the tracks
But I can’t get back
And I miss you happiness
Bargain my life away
I gave my soul to the devil himself
And I’m writing to all my friends, heaven gone
That I won’t see them again
There are times when a phone call can ease my mind
It seems things are going fine
There are times when a moment makes me feel fine
But a moment is passed and gone