The Good That Never Comes - Baggage

This old tree is losing all its leaves

You can count the lines under my eyes

To see just how old I feel

You want the truth?

Maybe it’s not so bad

Someone knocked me down for good

Cut me up for firewood

You’re living your dream

Just never with me

Shame on me waiting for the good that never comes

It’s hard to believe, but isn’t it obvious

When I feel the pain go from my neck

To pins and needles in my hands

It was OK then I had to start from scratch

‘cause you took want everything you want

And that took everything from me

Shame on me waiting for the good that never comes

Is it a dream?

Well, it’s real to me

‘Cause everyone, they’re making excuses ‘cause they’re supposed to breathe