Coffee Cup - A Firm Handshake

I think I’m seeing things in my coffee cup

And I don’t know if all these dreams will ever be enough

To keep me truckin' along this dusty, potholed road

I suppose I should be going now, my coffee’s getting cold

Just like my soul

Sunrise, sunset, doesn’t matter, it’s always the same

The sun is moving all the time, but we’re the ones changing

Ranges of emotion cluttering my mind

Bouncing through my body, destroying my insides

But please don’t take my soul;

It’s the thing I need most

Times’s a-wasting, my breath’s becoming short

Waiting for an answer, but it’s time I can’t afford

Begging and bartering has become my last resort

It’s up to me to acknowledge or to ignore:

Time

What’s the point of wondering when nothing’s getting done?

And what’s the use of marching to the beat of your own drum

When you’re out of tune and have no rhythm and you’re all torn up?

Well, Father, if it is your will then please just take this cup

Take this cup

So I put on my helmet and I strap on my boots

The rest of it is uphill and I know that I may lose

But there’s no chance of gaining if I never even try

And I would like to know myself before I have to die

As I sigh my last sigh

Times’s a-wasting, my breath’s becoming short

Waiting for an answer, but it’s time I can’t afford

Begging and bartering has become my last resort

It’s up to me to acknowledge or to ignore:

Time

Time to listen, time to learn

Time to rise up from these ashes of my burned

And broken life that I led

To save my soul no longer dead

My soul no longer dead